Nor lines, nor looks, nor shades, nor colours true; }
And this grotesque design exposed to public view.[239] }
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One would have thought it some Egyptian piece, }
With garden-gods, and barking deities, }
More thick than Ptolemy has stuck the skies. }
All so perverse a draught, so far unlike,
It was no libel where it meant to strike.
Yet still the daubing pleased, and great and small,
To view the monster, crowded Pigeon-hall.