Thy flash still their progress illumed,
Sweet Lady Elizabeth Mugg.
V.
Thy face a rich fire-place displays:
The mantel-piece marble—thy brows;
Thine eyes, are the bright beaming blaze;
Thy bib, which no trespass allows,
The fender's tall barrier marks;
Thy tippet's the fire-quelling rug,
Which serves to extinguish the sparks