One has false curls, another too much paint,

A third—where did she buy that frightful turban?

A fourth's so pale she fears she's going to faint,

A fifth's look's vulgar, dowdyish, and suburban,

A sixth's white silk has got a yellow taint,

A seventh's thin muslin surely will be her bane,

And lo! an eighth appears,—"I'll see no more!"

For fear, like Banquo's kings, they reach a score.