Answer to Sir, J. S.
1
Give me (dear Lad!) the pure white & red
When I court Meaden-bead,
Such even (unequall'd) Grace,
Of Aires and other, you know whats in face,
Enough to make one mad! let me but have
A Beauty, that will move,
'Tis all I crave;
Unhansome dulls the Edge of Love.
2
We know there are such things, as foul & fair
They no impostures are;
For though some youth (of late)
Lik't certain colour, at uncertain rate,
That does not warrant me, from chusing right,
If Black and Blew Ivy
With Red and White
That Fancy, is meer Fantasie.
3
What boots an Appetite, if there's no meat,
That we can Love or Eat;
But if I view a Dish,
Well garnisht, and set forth, tis as I'de wish
As with our Watches, where the insid's made
Perhaps as Steel or Brass,
Our Value's laid,
Upon the Gold or Silver Case.
