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That every rich and lordly swain
She shakes her helm, fhe knits her brows,
And, fir'd with indignation, vows,
To-morrow, ere the fetting fun,
She'd all undo that fhe had done.
But in the poets we may
Refume not what themselves have given,
Which keeps the peace among the gods,
Venus would fail in her defign:
She study'd well the point, and found
To what her treacherous foe expects.
In proper feafon Pallas meets
The Queen of Love, whom thus fhe greets
(For gods, we are by Homer told,
Can in celestial language scold):
A project for thy talents fit,
With much deceit and little wit.
To manage thy abortive scheme:
She 'll prove the greateft of thy foes;
And yet I fcorn to interpose,
But, ufing neither fkill nor force,
Leave all things to their natural course.
The goddess thus pronounc'd her doom: When lo! Vaneffa in her bloom
Advanc'd, like Atalanta's ftar,
But rarely feen, and feen from far:
In a new world with caution stept,
Well knowing, from the books fhe read,
What dangerous paths young virgins tread:
Would feldom at the Park appear,
Nor faw the play-house twice a year;
Yet, not incurious, was inclin'd
To know the converfe of mankind.
First iffued from perfumers' fhops,
A croud of fashionable fops:
They afk'd her, how the lik'd the play;
Gave hints of who and who's together;
Then fell to talking of the weather;
The ladies walk'd till after nine;
Then, in foft voice and speech abfurd,
When they grew pert, to pull them down.
At laft fhe fpitefully was bent
To try their wisdom's full extent;
And said, the valued nothing less
Than titles, figure, fhape, and drefs;
That merit fhould be chiefly plac'd
In judgement, knowledge, wit, and taste;
And thefe, the offer'd to difpute,
Alone distinguish'd man from brute :
That prefent times have no pretence
To virtue, in the noble fenfe
To perish for our country's good.
Then fpoke with cenfure or applaufe
Of foreign cuftoms, rites, and laws;
In vain her hearers had no fhare
Their judgement was, upon the whole,
Then tipt their forehead in a jeer,
As who should fay-She wants it here!
A party next of glittering dames,
From round the purlieus of St. James,
Came early, out of pure good-will,
To fee the girl in difhabille.
Their clamour, 'lighting from their chairs,
At entrance loudeft, where they found
And fell into their ufual chat,
Difcourfing with important face,
On ribbons, fans, and gloves, and lace;
And gravely afk'd her what the thought,