On a deform'd Old Baw'd designing to have her Picture drawn. Nahum Tate 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. Tate, Nahum, c. 1652-1715. Poems by N. Tate. London Printed by T.M. for Benj. Tooke ... 1677 pp. 94-95. [15],133p.

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On a deform'd Old Baw'd designing to have her Picture drawn . I. THy Picture drawn soul Beldame ! Thine ! What Frenzy haunts thy Mind , And drives Thee on this vile Design , T'affront all Woman-kind ? II . For whilst thy swarthy Cankard Face Posterity shall view , They'll loath the fairest of the Race , For sharing Sex with You . III . To some forlorn Church-Yard repair , And Haggard Thou shalt see , The sternest Goblin will not dare To stand the sight of Thee . IV . Those Ghosts that strike with Pannick-Fear The Breasts of stoutest Braves , At thy Approach will disappear , And Burrogh in their Graves . V. Fix thy Effigies on the Shield Of some bold Knight in Arms , 'Twill Aid him more to win the Field , Than all his Lady's Charms . VI . Don Perseus with his Gorgon's Face That Combatant wou'd flee ; For Hagg Medusa ( no Disgrace ! ) A Beauty were to Thee .