Though said machines would hardly trace
The farthest links of time or space,
We never knew them fail to wend
Quite to eternity’s hither end.
For women, uglier than Gorgons,
We manufacture beauty’s organs,
And give them splendid shapes and faces
Which might be envied by the Graces.
Pimples like pepper pods, warts like squashes,
Vanish before our beauty washes;[19]