Four-and-twenty false curls, * *
Four-and-twenty false teeth, and quite as false a tongue,
Which tells how virtuous was the world when—she and it were young.
Or rather for these thirty years has moralizing told,
How this good deed and that she'll do, before she grows old:
Four-and-twenty sighs a-day, that our rude English sky
Is not precise as she—and may wash off the dye
Meretricious of her cheeks, which are then like gold,
(Though less tempting;) sweet and yellow as a marigold![2]