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A fool, with more of wit than half mankind,
Nature well known no prodigies remain,
Yet in this search the wisest may mistake,
In this one passion man can strength enjoy,
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 Narcissa spoke !) 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.”
The courtier smooth, who forty years had shin'd An humble servant to all human kind, Just brought out this, when scarce his tongue could stir, “ If-where I'm going I could serve you, Sir ?"
“ I give and I devise (old Eucho 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 cry'd; “ Not that I cannot part with that”-and dy'd.
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, “Q! save my country, Heav'n !" shall be your last,
To a Lady.
ARGUMENT. 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 most strongly marked, and seemingly, therefore, most consistent; as, ---1. In the affected... 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 shewn 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, “ Most women have no characters at all :" Matter too soft a lasting mark to bear, And best distinguish'd by black, brown, or fair.
How many pictures of one nymph we view, All how unlike each other, all how true! Arcadia's Countess here, in ermin'd pride, Is there Pastora by a fountain side: Here Fannia, leering on her own good man, And there, a naked Leda with a swan. Let then the tair-ope beautifully cry, In Magdalene's loose hair and lifted eye, Or dress'd in smiles of sweet.Cecilia shine, With simpering angels, palms, and harps divine ; Whether the charmer sioner it or saint it, If folly grow romantic I must paint it.
Come then, the colours and the ground prepare! Dip in the rainbow, trick her off in air ;
Chuse a firm cloud before it fall, and in it
Rufa, whose eye quick glancing o'er the Park,
How soft is Silia ! fearful to offend; The frail one's advocate, the weak one's friend : To ber Calista prov'd her conduct nice, And good Simplicius asks of her advice. Sudden she storms ! she raves ! you tip the wink; But spare your censure ; Silia does not drink. All eyes may see from what the change arose ; All eyes may see-a pimple on her nose.
Papillia, wedded to her amorous spark, Sighs for the shades" How charming is a park po A park is purchas'd, but the fair he sees All bath'd in tears—“Oh, odious, odious trees !”
Ladies like variegated tulips show ;
Narcissa's nature, tolerable mild,
Why then declare good-nature is her scorn, When 'tis by that alone she can be borne ? Why pique all mortals, yet affect a name, A fool to pleasure yet a slave to fame ? Now deep in Taylor and the book of Martyrs, Now drinking citron with his Grace and Chartres : Now conscience chills her, and now passion burns, And atheism and religion take their turns ; A very Heathen in the carnal part, Yet still a sad good Christian at her heart. See Sin in state, majestically drunk, Proud as a peeress, prouder as a punk; Chaste to her husband, frank to all beside, A teeming mistress, but a barren bride. What then ? let blood and body bear the fault, Her head's untouch'd, that noble seat of thought. Such this day's doctrine-in another fit She sins with poets through pure love of wit. What bas not fir'd her bosom or her brain ? Cæsar and Talboy, Charles and Charlemagne. As Helluo, late dictator of the feast, The dose of haut-goût, and the tip of taste, Critiqu'd your wine, and analyz'd your meat, Yet on plain pudding deign'd at home to eat; So Philomedé, lecturing all mankind, On the soft passion, and the taste refin'd, The address, the delicacy-stoops at once, And makes her hearty meal upon a dunce.
Flavia's a wit, has too much sense to pray : To toast our wants and wishes is her way; Nor asks of God, but of her stars, to give The mighty blessing “ while we live to live." Then all for death, that opiate of the soul! Lucretia's dagger, Rosamonda's bowl. Say what can cause such impotence of mind ? A spark too fickle, or a spouse too kind, Wise wretch! with pleasures too refin'd to please ; With too much spirit to be e'er at ease; With too much quickness ever to be taught ; With too much thinking to have common thought;