On a certain Nose

ROom for a Nose (think what you will,
'Tis true) as High as—High-gate Hill:
Turn't to a Bridge, 'twill ease the Feet,
And reach from thence to Fryday-street;
(If you 'll set under for a stay
The man in Chains at Holloway.)
Steeple crown'd Nose, who thinks it scorn
To be by any Spire o're-born;
(Fell Dragon-nose held up you know,
Disdainfully a top of Bow;
A Nose which would not be content
If meted by the Monument;
So scorns the May-pole in the Strand
To measure with a Fishing-Wand:
This with the Top of old St. Poll
Had easily stood Cheek by Ioll.
(Tho neither of their cloudy Spires
Were proof against invading Fires:)
Nor now is it afraid to show
For igness with the Cupulo;
Bright Gorgeons Nose, which stoopeth not
To that of the Rhinocerot.
And, if some Mad-man were his Friend,
Would yield as much by Candles-end:
But, ah! unless it self 'twould come,
One Fleet could never lug it home;
Unless packt up in several Loads,
Like the fat Stradling God at Rhodes.
A Voice it has; a Voice so swingeing,
It drowns with ease Sir Morelands Engine,
And may be heard to Red'riff Shore,
In spight of bawling Scull or Oar.
Thence larger fall, and louder Streams
Than those of roaring-Through-Bridge-Thames.
A Boat; a Boat! or Iam drownded,
I'th' Eddy of its Wave confounded;
Land me! that I may see my Dearest,
Land me at Queen-hithe!—sure that's the (nearest.
Where I'll to Nose compar't agen,
In Head of Neighbour Saracen;
And sure the Painter could not erre,
Who Copyd Face and all from Her.