Agl. Euphrosyne, we shall be miss'd by Venus.
Eup. With her we easily can make our peace,
If something, her attractions to increase,
We take from earth.
Agl.Why, yes, that's very true,
If we could only meet with something new.
Eup. That mixture for the hair, what is it call'd?
It's advertised as "solace for the bald."
Agl. I'll take her some of that.
Eup.Or what's that's stuff—
For which, I saw the other day a puff?
Something to be upon the features sprinkled,
And offering "Consolation to the wrinkled."
Tha. Venus don't want such aids.
Eup.That's very true;
Want them, indeed! the ladies never do;
But when such little purchases are made,
Of course 'tis only to encourage trade.
Agl. They've got on earth a very odd idea
Of what the Graces really are, I fear.
Eup. They have indeed: I chanced one day to go
Into a first-rate milliner's depôt,
That is par excellence—the first of places
To meet with earthly notions of the Graces.