1 Though Artemisia Talks, By Fits, Of Councils, Classics, Fathers, Wits; Reads Malebranche, Boyle, And Locke: Yet In Some Things Methinks She Fails-- 'Twere Well If She Would Pare Her Nails, And Wear A Cleaner Smock. 2 Haughty And Huge As High-Dutch Bride, Such Nastiness, And So Much Pride Are Oddly Join'D By Fate: On Her Large Squab You Find Her Spread, Like A Fat Corpse Upon A Bed, That Lies And Stinks In State. 3 She Wears No Colours (Sign Of Grace) On Any Part Except Her Face; All White And Black Beside: Dauntless Her Look, Her Gesture Proud, Her Voice Theatrically Loud, And Masculine Her Stride. 4 So Have I Seen, In Black And White A Prating Thing, A Magpie Height, Majestically Stalk; A Stately, Worthless Animal, That Plies The Tongue, And Wags The Tail, All Flutter, Pride, And Talk. Phryne. 1 Phryne Had Talents For Mankind, Open She Was, And Unconfined, Like Some Free Port Of Trade: Merchants Unloaded Here Their Freight, And Agents From Each Foreign State Here First Their Entry Made. 2 Her Learning And Good Breeding Such, Whether The Italian Or The Dutch, Spaniards Or French Came To Her: To All Obliging She'd Appear, 'Twas 'Si, Signor,' 'Twas 'Yaw, Mynheer,' 'Twas 'S' Il Vous Plait, Monsieur.' 3 Obscure By Birth, Renown'D By Crimes, Still Changing Names, Religions, Climes, At Length She Turns A Bride: In Diamonds, Pearls, And Rich Brocades, She Shines The First Of Batter'D Jades, And Flutters In Her Pride. 4 So Have I Known Those Insects Fair, (Which Curious Germans Hold So Rare) Still Vary Shapes And Dyes; Still Gain New Titles With New Forms; First Grubs Obscene, Then Wriggling Worms, Then Painted Butterflies.