The first, the second thus did greet,
Thy face is like some wizzard's.
The ugliest of the
ugliest sort
Thou art, or I'm mistaken ;
Sure nature made thee all for sport,
Or sight hath me forsaken.
2d. But thou'rt all
beauty in thy looks,
And every feature's pleasing ;
This I would swear on holy books,
But for my sin increasing.
For sure thy nose,
thy mouth, thy eye,
Would frighten any mortal:
Pluto and Jove will throw thee by,
On ent'ring grim death's portal.
3d. The third
and ugliest of the three,
Cry'd, Lord! — how you're conceited!
I cannot stand a mute and see
Two neighbouring friends thus cheated.
I wonder
why such mortals should
About their beauty fall out!
We're I as ugly I ne'er would
From my poor cottage crawl out.
For with an ax
and alder tree,
I'd make two men as handsome
Or live a slave in Tripoly,
And never sue for ransom. |