On Dentipicta: A Lady with Enamell'd Teeth, Black, White and Yellow, F.W.

The wiseman Teeth call'd flocks of sheep;
Sure Jacobs speckled flocks here keep.
Where teeth are checker'd black and white,
Nay gilt too to inrich delight:
Her mouth ope, you at Chesse may play,
With teeth resembling night and day.
Each fondling reach will praise what's white;
Is there in Choak such strange delight?
Give me the mouth like th' Temple floor,
With speckled Marble paved o're,
Or oh more rich in gold thus set,
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