I.

Mistaken Nature here has join'd
A beauteous Face and ugly Mind;
In vain the faultless Features strike,
When Soul and Body are unlike;
Pity, those snowy Breasts should hide,
Deceit, and Avarice, and Pride.

II.

So in rich Jars from China brought,
With glowing Colours gayly wrought,
Oft-times the subtle Spider dwells,
With secret Venom bloated swells,
Weaves all his fatal Nets within,
As unsuspected, as unseen.