To the LADY Author of the Rebus in your last.
That beauty is fading you frankly confess,
And trifling’s the Wit of a Rebus,
To make a good Pudding, if rightly I guess,
Is better than waiting on Phoebus.
The sallies of Wit and the charms of the Pen,
To gay Sparks will be pleasing as may be,
But good sense and housewifery better please Men,
Who excel the fine Beaus of BLABY.