possible inventions still unoriginated

A light bulb went off in my head as I had an incredible idea for a beauty product.

Where the Red Lion ſtaring o'er the way, / Invites each paſſing ſtranger that can pay; / Where Calvert’s butt, and Parſon’s black champaign, / Regale the drabs and bloods of Drury-lane; …

[…]And such a wantwit sadness makes of me, That I have much ado to know myself.