Poems with rhymes of jade

THE patient craftsman of the East who made
His undulant dragons of the veined jade,

Are not above the laws of trade,
And therefore cannot be obeyed.
Here now my muse, poor worthless jade,

Then you may pause awhile and think, “Poor jade!”
And yield a sigh to me—as gift benign,
Not as the tittle of a debt unpaid

Therefore desire, of perfect'st love being made,
Shall neigh—no dull flesh—in his fiery race.
But love, for love, thus shall excuse my jade:

We copied deep books and we carved in jade,
And wove blue silks in the mulberry shade...."

And how they wither, how they fade,
The waning wealth, the jilting jade -

Where's Lizzy Raymond, peppy jade?
The braggart Lew, the simple Joe?
And where the Irish servant maid

Started from nothing - self-made -­
And rather likes you to know it,
And now collects porcelain and jade,

In the days of lace-ruffles, perukes and brocade
Brown Bess was a partner whom none could despise--
An out-spoken, flinty-lipped, brazen-faced jade,

And, should want or desert stand in need of his aid,
This racer would prove but a dull founder'd jade.

And as to you, miss Prettyface, you jade,
Good heav'ns! to think a paltry servant maid

Tunics of purple brocade,
Mirrors with panels of amber,
Daggers with handles of jade.

At six years old, the subtle jade
Stole to the pantry-door, and found
The butler with my lady's maid:

Plac'd on my brow by dame fortune that fickle Jade.
And, to Court her favour I am not afraid.

Have they no Pity thus t'o'erload the Jade!
Sure, at the Fair, they for her Skin may trade.

A crown such as at carnivals parade.
Without a Whip or spur he rides a jade,

'Who alike were made,
'Who beckon the same dream?
'You buy coral and jade,

Civet from a box of jade,
Mixed with fat of many a maid

Fie! Nathan! fie! to let an artful jade
The close recesses of thine heart invade;

Hath fortune ceased to prove a jade?
Hath favour waxed less fickle?
Hath shamed Bellona dropped her blade,