THE Mimick's ductile features claim my lays,
Chang'd to a thousand shapes, a thousand ways:
Who with variety of arts puts on
All other persons, and throws off his own;
Whose looks well disciplin'd his will obey,
Bloom at command, or at command decay:
Nor blush, my Muse, those changes to impart,
Which ask an Ovid's or Apollo's art.