Sketches of the Fair Sex, in All Parts of the World. / To which are added rules for determining the precise figure, the degree of beauty, the habits, and the age of women, notwithstanding the aids and disguise of dress.

by Anonymous

Whose rosy tincture sham’d the rising morn;

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No more with sparkling radiance shine those eyes,

Nor over those the sable arches rise;

Nor from those ruby lips soft accents flow,

Nor lilies on the snowy forehead blow;

All, all are cropp’d by death’s impartial hand,

Charms could not bribe, nor beauty’s power withstand;

Not all that crowd of wondrous charms could save

Their fair possessor from the dreary grave.

How frail is beauty, transient, false and vain!