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Search then the ruling passion : there, alone,
· Philip, Duke of Wharton.
His passion still to covet general praise;
Nature well known, no prodigies remain;
Yet in this search the wisest may mistake, If second qualities for first they take. When Catiline by rapine swell’d his store, When Cæsar made a noble dame a whore, In this the lust, in that the avarice Were means, not ends, ambition was the vice. That very Cæsar, born in Scipio's days, Had aim'd, like him, by chastity at praise. Lucullus, when frugality could charm, Had roasted turnips in the Sabine farm. In vain th' observer eyes the builder's toil, But quite mistakes the scaffold for the pile.
In this one passion man can strength enjoy, As fits give vigour just when they destroy. Time, that on all things lays his lenient hand, Yet tames not this; it sticks to our last sand.
Consistent in our follies and our sins,
Old politicians chew on wisdom past,
Behold a reverend sire, whom want of grace
A salmon's belly, Helluo, was thy fate; The doctor call’d, declares all help too late. “ Mercy!” cries Helluo, “ mercy on my soul ! Is there no hope ?-Alas!—then bring the jowl."
The frugal crone, whom praying priests attend, Still strives to save the hallow'd taper's end, Collects her breath, as ebbing life retires, For one puff more, and in that puff expires.
“Odious! in woollen ! 'twould a saint provoke (Were the last words that poor Narcissaspoke), No, let a charming chintz and Brussels lace Wrap my cold limbs, and shade my lifeless face: One would not, sure, be frightful when one's deadAnd-Betty-give this cheek a little red."
An ancient nobleman, who continued this practice long after his legs were disabled by the gout.
2 An old Countess at Paris. 3 Mrs. Oldfield, the actress.
The courtier smooth, who forty years had shin'd An humble servant to all humankind, Just brought out this, when scarce his tongue could
“ If—where I'm going—I could serve you, sir ?”
“ I give and I devise (old Euclio said, And sigh’d) my lands and tenements to Ned.” “Your money, sir?”—“My money, sir! what, all ? Why-if I must-(then wept) I give it Paul." “The manor, sir ?"-" The manor! hold,"he cried, “ Not that I cannot part with that”—and died.1 And you,
brave Cobham! to the latest breath Shall feel your ruling passion strong in death ; Such in those moments as in all the past, “O save my country, Heaven !” shall be
I The words of Sir William Bateman on his deathbed.
TO A LADY.1
OF THE CHARACTERS OF WOMEN.
That the particular characters of women are not so strongly
marked as those of men, seldom so fixed, and still more inconsistent with themselves. Instances of contrarieties given, even from such characters as are more strongly marked, and seemingly, therefore, most consistent: as 1. In the affected. 2. In the soft-natured. 3. In the cunning and artful. 4. In the whimsical. 5. In the lewd and vicious. 6. In the witty and refined. 7. In the stupid and simple. The former part having shown that the particular characters of women are more various than those of men, it is nevertheless observed that the general characteristic of the sex, as to the ruling passion, is more uniform. This is occasioned partly by their nature, partly by their education, and in some degree by necessity. What are the aims and the fate of this sex: 1. As to power. 2. As to pleasure. Advice for their true interest. The picture of an estimable woman, with the best kind of contrarieties.
Nothing so true as what you once let fall,
1 Martha Blount.