Note 224 — Chapter XIV · WOMEN'S DRESS.

There stands the Toilette, Nursery of Charms, Compleatly furnish'd with bright Beauty's Arms; The Patch, the Powder Box, Pulville, Perfumes, Pins, Paint, a flatt'ring Glass, and Black lead Combs. ........ So Love with fatal Airs the Nymph supplies Her Dress disposes, and directs her Eyes. The Bosom now its naked Beauty Shows, Th' experienced Eye resistless Glances throws; Now vary'd Patches wander o'er the Face, And Strike each Gazer with a borrow'd Grace; The fickle Head dress sinks and now aspires, And rear's it's tow'ry Front on rising Wires: The Curling Hair in tortured Ringlets flows, Or round the Face in labour'd Order grows.[224]