To the Author of the General Advertifer.Beauty inr Rags. oA Sonnet.UPon the Piazza’s, near Knowls’s Black_ Lion,Where’s choice of Malt Liquors that Men can rely on,An Oyfter Wench fits in her Seal!.But fuch a fweet Beauty, in fuch poor fadOrder,fhefe Eyes never faw fo my Mufe fliall recordher,Of Wonders thegreareft of all.%^uch an Eye fuch a Lip, fuch a Tooth, fucha Feature,Such Myriads of Charms in fuch a poor Creature 1Oh were (heembellifh’d by Art,A Mifer muft be, cnan an Oyfter more clofe,Elfe her Charms, more ftrong than her Spud,wou’d perforceSoon open a Way to his Heart.A Painter once cull’d all the Beauties andGracesThat he could perceive in fome hundred of Faces,To make out his Piece a Nonefuch, 5 Butin Pollv thefe Graces convene in awAnd from that Aftembbge a Jene feud Luftre,Does add to her Lovelinefs much*Thus Stars in the Heavens, one herethere,May make up a Profped agreeably Fair*Arid help to enliven the Night.But ftlort pf thefe Glories it muft be allow’d ^Where, in the Gallaxy they meet in a Crowdi lt;And fked a particular Light.