The mischief by thy own fair hands was wrought;Nor dost thou suffer for another's fault.How oft I bade thee, but in vain, bewareThe venom'd essence, that destroy'd thy hair?Now with new arts thou shalt thy pride amuse,And curls, of German captives borrow'd, use.Drusus to Rome their vanquish'd nation sendsAnd the fair slave to thee her tresses lends.With alien locks thou wilt thy head adorn,And conquests gain'd by foreign beauties scorn.How wilt thou blush, with other charms to please,