Those dreadful tusks, those little peering eyes
And churning chaps, are tokens to the wise.
There dwells a kind old Aunt, and there you see
Some kind young Nieces in her company;
Poor village nieces, whom the tender dame
Invites to town, and gives their beauty Fame;
The grateful sisters feel th’ important aid,
And the good Aunt is flatter’d and repaid.
What, though it may some cool observers strike,
That such fair sisters should be so unlike;