Of whom his Nags fled,
But a Jockey quite ruin'd by racing?
Medæa, 'tis sung,
Could make old Women Young.
Tho' she nought but a true waiting-Maid is;
Who with Comb of black Lead,
With Paint white and Red,
With Patch and wash, vamps up grey Ladies.
Vulcan left the Bellows,
And Sooty left good Fellows,