Beauty and Wine

ONE day at her Toilet as Venus began
To prepare for he face-making duty,
Bacchus stood at her elbow, and swore that her plan
Wou'd not help it, but hinder her Beauty.

A Bottle young Semele held up to view,
And begg'd she'd observe his directions—
This Burgundy, dear Cytharea, will do,
'Tis a Rouge that refines all Complexions.

Too polite to refuse him, the Bumper she sips,
On his knees, the Buck begg'd she'd encore;
The Joy-giving Goddess, with Wine-moisten'd lips,
Declar'd she wou'd Hob Nob once more.

Out of window each Wash, Paste, and Powder, she hurl'd,
And the God of the Grape vow'd to join;
Shook hands, sign'd and seal'd, then bid Fame tell the World,
The Union of Beauty and Wine.