There is a new spawned beauty of this age—
By ink, by studs, by metal rings defiled;
Rude desecration such seems all the rage
Where patrons of past worth stand full beguiled.
Once beasts of burden sported markings so
That chattel be accounted under law,
So ever where such witless stock might go
Their swift return be aided so by clause.
In Rubens time the plump were seen as fair,
Perhaps Neanderthal loved skin unshorn,
Proud Masai men letch for smooth pates quite bear,
While Suri tribes, stretched beaks of ducks adorn.
Caprice in beauty may fond hearts enthuse,
By love or lust such fashion to bemuse.
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