Another on the same Subject, written with more Judgment, but fewer good Manners. William Taylor Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T131163 K104099.005 Dodsley, Robert, 1703-1764. A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes. By Several Hands. Vol. V. London printed by J. Hughs, for R. and J. Dodsley 1763 [1st ed. 1758] pp. 289-290. 6v.: music; 8⁰.

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Another on the same Subject , written with more Judgment , but fewer good Manners . By the Same . HOW strangely doth the pow'r of custom rule , And prejudice our wisest thoughts controul ! How does one country with contempt deride What other nations count their chiefest pride ! Our European ladies think they're fine , When in the entrails of a worm they shine ; Yet laugh to see conceited Hottentots Grow vain , tho' shining in far nobler guts . In turgid pomp their strutting limbs are deck'd , And unctuous splendours from their robes reflect : The balmy gloss , which on the surface shines , Regales the smell , and smooths the ladies' skins . Richly , yet wisely dress'd ! for of the cost They suffer not a remnant to be lost ; But eat each tatter , as it wears away , And sup upon the fragments of the day . Frugal of time , at once they undress and feed , Gnaw off their cloaths , and put themselves to bed . Their wedding garments prove their wedding feasts , And the bride's fin'ry entertains the guests : The eager bridegroom surfeits on her charms , And fills his belly , as he fills his arms . Justly may they condemn our foolish pride , Who only for the naked back provide ; And useless garments to the dunghill cast , Before they've through the hungry stomach pass'd ; Who well might purchase , had we their good sense , Both food and raiment at the same expence . When will our wives and daughters be so good , Thus to convert their old cloaths into food ?