Phyrne
Phryne
had
talents
for
mankind,
Open
she
was,
and
unconfin'd,
Like
some
free
port
of
trade:
Merchants
unloaded
here
their
freight,
And
Agents
from
each
foreign
state,
Here
first
their
entry
made.
Her
learning
and
good
breeding
such,
Whether
th'
Italian
or
the
Dutch,
Spaniards
or
French
came
to
her:
To
all
obliging
she'd
appear:
'Twas
Si
Signior,
'twas
Yaw
Mynheer,
'Twas
S'il
vous
plaist,
Monsieur.
Obscure
by
birth,
renown'd
by
crimes,
Still
changing
names,
religions,
climes,
At
length
she
turns
a
Bride:
In
di'monds,
pearls,
and
rich
brocades,
She
shines
the
first
of
batter'd
jades,
And
flutters
in
her
pride.
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.
