In the huge Hall, high hung in gilded frames,
Heroic Shreeves and venerable Dames,
With forms majestic and commanding Look,
And smoak-dried all with equalizing smoak;
Yet Kneller’s Wigs still curl’d, a comely Sight,
And Lely’s Bosoms, tho’ in clouded White; 460
These, with the taper Hand and naked Arms,
In Time’s dark veil hid once obtrusive Charms.
The last Esquire, who liv’d himself to please,
Felt through his Life this family disease;