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Snarlers, to whose feeble sense

So, baffling ev'ry bar to sin, April's sunshine is offence;

And Heav'n's own pilot plac'd within, Age and envy will advise

Along the devious, smooth descent, Even against the joy they prize,

With pow'rs increasing as they went,
Come, in pleasure's balmy bowl The dames, accustom'd to subdue,
Slake the thirstings of thy soul,

As with a rapid current drew,
Till thy raptur'd powers are fainting And o'er the fatal bounds convey'd
With enjoyment past the painting ; The lost, the long-reluctant Maid.
Fairest, dost thou yet delay

Here stop, ye fair ones, and beware,
Brightest beauty, come away. .

Nor send your fond affections there ; So sung the Sirens, as of yore,

Yet, yet your darling, now deplor'd, Upon the false Ausonian shore;

May turn to you and hear'n restor'd; And O! for that preventing chain,

Till then, with weeping Honor wait, That bound Ulysses on the main,

The servant of her better fate ; That so our Fair One might withstand With Honor, left upon the shore, The covert ruin, now at hand.

Her friend and handmaid now no more ; The song her charm'd attention drew, Nor, with the guilty world, upbraid When now the tempters stood in view; The fortunes of a wretch betray'd ; Curiosity, with prying eyes,

But o'er her failing cast a veil, And hands of busy bold emprise ;

Rememb'ring you yourselves are frail: Like Hermes, feather'd were her feet;

And now from all-inquiring light, And, like fore-running Fancy, fleet; Fast fled the conscious shades of night; By search untaught, by toil untird,

The Dainsel, from a short repose, To novelty she still aspird,

Confounded at her plight, arose. Tasteless of every good possest,

As when with slumb'rons weight opprest, And but in expectation blest.

Sonie wealthy miser sinks to rest, With her, associate, Pleasure can.e, Where felons eye the glitt'ring prey, Gay Pleasure, frolic-loving dame,

And sıcal his hoard of joys away; Her mien all swimming in delight,

He, borne where golden Indus streame, Her beauties half reveal'd to sight;

Of pearl and quarry'd diamond dreams;
Loose How'd her garments from the ground, Like Midas, turns the glebe to ore,
And caught the kissing-winds around, And stands áll rapt amidst his store;
As erst Medusa's looks were known

But wakens, naked and despoil'd,
To turn beholders into stone,

of that for which his years had toil'd: A dire reversion here they felt,

So far'd the Nymph, her treasure fown, And in the eye of Pleasure melt.

And turn'd, like Niobe, to stone; Her glance with sweet persuasion charm'd, Within, without, obscure and void, Unnerv'd the strong, the steel disarın'd; She fell all ravag'd, all destroy'd, No safety ev'n the Aying find,

And, O thou curs'd, insidious coast! Who, vent'rous, look but once behind. Are these the blessings thou canst boast?

Thus was the much-admiring Maid, These, Virtve! these the joys they find, While distant, more than half betray'd. Who leave thy heaven-topthills behind? With smiles, and adulation bland,

Shade me, ye pines, ye caverns hide, They join'd her side, and seis'd her hand; Ye mountains, cover ine, she cried. Their touch envenom'd sweets instillid,

Iler trumpet Slander rais'il on high, Her frame with new pulsations thrillid, And told the tidings to the sky; While half consenting, half denying,

Contempt discharg'd a living dart, Reluctant now, and now complying,

A side-long viper to her heart ; Amidst a war of hopes and fears,

Reproach breath'd poisons o'er her face, Of treinbling wishes, smiling tears,

And soil'd and blasted ev'ry grace;
Still down and down, the winning pair Oficious Shame, her handmaid new,
Compell’d the struggling, yielding Fair, Still turn'd the mirror to her view,
As when some stately vessel, bound

While these in crimes the deepest dyed
To blest Arabia's distant ground,

Approach'd to whiten at her side: Borne from her courses, haply lights

And ev'ry lewd insulting damc Where Barca's flow'ry clime invites,

Upon liér folly rose to fame. Conceal'd around whose treach'rous land What should she do? Attempt once more Lurk the dire rock and dang'rous sand ; To gain the late deserted shore: The pilot warns, with sail and oar

So trusting, back the Nourner fiew, To shpin the much-suspected shore,

As fast the train of fiends pursue.
In vain; the tide, too subtly strong,

Again the farther shore's attain'd,
Still bears the wrestling bark along, Again the land of virtue gain'd;
Till found'ring, she resigns to fate,

But echo gathers in the wind,
And sinks, o'erwhelm'd, with all her freight, And shows her instant focs behind,

Amazd

Amaz'd with headlong speed she tends,

Transient, fickle, light, and gay, Where late she left au host of friends;

Flatt'ring, only to betray ; Alas! those shrinking friends decline,

What, alas, can life contain ! Nor longer own that forin divine :

Life! like all its circles — vain. With fear they mark the following cry,

Will the stork, intending rest, And from the lonely trembler fly,

On the billow build her nest ? Or backward drive her on the coast,

Will the bee deinand his store Where peace was wreck'd and honor lost.

From the bleak and bladeless shore From earth thus hoping aid in vain,

Man alone, intent to stray, Tb Heaven not daring io complain ;

Ever turns from wisdoni's way; No truce by hostile clamor given,

Lays up wealth in forcign land,
And from the face of friendship driven,

Sows the sea, and ploughs the saed.
The Nymph sunk prostrate on the ground
With all her weight of woes around.

Soon this eleinental inass,
Enthron’d within a circling sky,

Soon the incumb'ring world shall pass : Upon a mount o'er mountains high,

Forın be wrapt in wasting fire, All radiant sat, as in a shrine,

Time be spent, and life expire. Virtue, first efluence divine ;

Then, ye boasted works of men, Far, far above the scenes of woe,

Where is your asylumn then? That shut this cloud-wrapt cloud below;

Sons of pleasure, sons of care, Superior goddess, essence bright,

Tell me, mortals, tell me where? Beauty of uncreated light,

Gone, like traces on the deep, Whom should mortality survey,

Like a sceptred grasp'd in sleep,
As doomd upon a certain day,

Dews exhal'd from morning glades,
The breath of frailty must expire,
The world dissolve in living fire,

Melting snows, and gliding shades.

Pass the world, and what's behind ? The gems of heaven and solar flame,

Virue's gold, by fire refin'd; Be quench'd by her eternal beain,

From an universe depravid,
And nature, quick’ning in her eye,

From the wreck of nature sav'd.
To rise a new-born phænix.die.
Hence, unreveald to portal view,

Like the life-supporting grain,
A reil around her forin she threw,

Fruit of patience and of pain, Which three sad sisters of the shade,

On the swaints autumnal day, Pain, Care, and Melancholy, made

Winnow'd from the chaff away. Thro' this her all-inquiring eye

Little trembler, fear no more, Attentive from her station high,

Thou hast plenteous crops in store, Belield, abandon'd to despair,

Seedl, by genial sorrows sown,
The ruins of her fav’rite fair;

More than all thy scorners own.
And with a voice whose awful sound
Appallid the guilty world around,

What tho' hostile earth despise,

Heaven beholds with gentler eyes; Bid the tumultuous winds be still,

Heaven thy friendless steps shall guide,
To numbers bow'd each listning hill,

Cheer thy hours and guard thy side.
Uncurl'd the surging of the main
And smooth'd the thorny bed of pain ;

When the fatal trump shall sound,
The golden harp of heaven she strung,

When th’immortals pour around, And thus the tuneful goddess sung:

Heaven shall thy return attest,

Hail'd by myriads of the blest.
Lovely Penitent arise,
Come, and claim thy kindred skies ;

Little native of the skies,

Lovely penitent, arise;
Come, thy sister angels say
Thou has wept thy stains away.

Calm thy bosoin, clear thy brow,

Virtue'is thy sister now. Let experience now decide

More delightful are my wocs Twixt the good and evil tried;

Than the rapture pleasure knows : In the smooth, enchanted ground,

Richer far the weeds I bring Say, unfold the treasures found.

Than the robes that grace a king. Structures, rais’d by morning dreams; On my wars of shortest date, Sands, that trip the fitting streams;

Crowns of endless triumph wait; Down, that anchors on the air ;

On my cares a period blest; * Clouds, the paint their changes there ; On iny toils eternal rest. Seas, that smoothly.dimpling lie,

Come, with Virtue at thy side; While the storm impends on high,

Come, be ev'ry bar defied, Showing, in an obvious glass,

Till we gain our native shore; Joys that in possession pass;

Sister, come, and tura no more.

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And chastity of icy mould, $ 295. TABLE XVI. Love and Vanity.

Within the burning tropics cold; The breezy morning breath'd perfume, And lowliness to whose mild brow The wak’ning flow'rs unveil their bloom, The pow'r and pride of nations bow; Up with the sun, from short repose, And modesty, with downcast eye, Gay health and lusty labor rose;

That lends the morn her virgin dye; The milkinaid caroll'd at her pail,

And innocence, array'd in light; And shepherds whistled o'er the dale:

And honor, as a tow's upright; When Love, who led a rural life,

With swcetly winning graces more Remove from bustle, state, and strife,

Than poets ever dreamt of yore,
Forth from his thatch-roof'd cottage stray'd, In unaffected conduct free,
And stroll'd along the dewy glade.

All smiling sisters, three times three;
A Nymph, who lightly tripp'd it by, And rosy peace, the cherub blest,
To quick attention turn d his eye;

That nighily sings us all to rest.
He mark'd the gesture of the Fair,

Hence, from the bud of nature's prime, Her self-sufficient grace and air,

From the first step of infant time, Her steps that mincing, meant to please, Weman, th' world's appointed light, Her studied negligence and case ;

Has skirted ev'ry shade with white; And curious to inquire what incant

Has stood for imitation high, This thing of prettiness and paint,

To ev'ry heart and ev'ry eye, Approaching spoke, and bow'd observant; From antient doeds of fair renown, The lady slightly, -Sir, your servant. Has brought her bright memorials down: Such beauty in so rude a place!

To time asfix'd perpetual youth, Fair one, you do the country grace ;

And form'd each tale of love and truth. At court no doubt the public care,

Upon a new Promethean plan But Love has small acquaintance there. She moulds the essence of a man,

Yes, Sir, replied the futt'ring Dame, Tempers his mass, his genius fires, This form confesses whence it caine ;

And, as a better soul inspires. But dear variety, you know,

The rude she softens, warms the cold, Can make us pride and pomp forego,

Exalts the meek, and checks the hold, My name is Vanity. I sway

Calls sloth from his supine repose, The utmost islands of the sea ;

Within the coward's bosoin glows, Within my court all honor centres;

of pride unplumes the lofty crest, I raise the meanest soul that enters,

Bids bashful merit stand confest, Endow with latent gifts and graces.

And, like coarse metal from the mines, And model fools for posts and places.

Collects, irradiates, and refines. As Vanity appoints at pleasure,

The gentle science she imparts, The world receives its weight and measure ; All manners smooths, informs all hearts; llence all the grand concerns of life,

From her sweet influence are felt Joys, cares, plagues, passions, peace, and strife. Passions which please, and thoughts that melt;

Reflect how far my pow'r prevails, To storiny rage she bidls control, When I step in where nature fails,

And sinks serenely on the soul,
And ev'ry breach of sense repairing,

Soften's Deucalion's flinty race,
Am bounteous still where heaven is sparing. And tunes the warring world to peace.
But chief in all their arts and airs,

Thus arın'd to all that's liglot and vain, Their playing, painting, pouts, and pray'rs, And freed froni thy fantastic chain, Their various habits, and complexions, She fills the sphere by Heaven assign'd, Fits, frolics, foibles, and perfections,

Anl, ruld by mne, o cr-rules mankind. Their robing, curling, and adorning,

He spoke, The Nymph impatient stood, From noon to night, from night to morning, And, laughing, thus her speech renew'd: From six to sixty, sick or sound,

And pray, Sir, may I be so bold I rule the female world around.

To hope your pretty tale is told; Hold there a moment, Cupid cried,

And next demand without a cavil, Nor boast dominion quite so wide.

What new Utopia do you travel? Was there no province to invade,

Upon my word these liigh-flown fancies, But that by Love and Meekness sway'd ? Show depth of learning - in romances. All other empire I resign;

Why, what unfashion'd stuff you tell us But be the sphere of beauty mine.

Of buckram daines and tiptoe fellows! For in the downy lawn of rest,

Go, child; and when your grown naturer, That opens on a woman's breast,

You'll shoot your next opinion syrer, Attended by my peaceful train,

O such a pretty knack at painting! I choose to live, and choose to reign.

And all for soft'ning and for sainting; Far-sighted faith I bring along,

Guess now, who can, a single feature, And truth above an army strong i

Thro' the whole piece of female nature ;

They

Then mark, my looser hand may fil

Still turns to each mcander tame, The lines, tuo coarse for Love to hit.

And swims the straw of ev'ry streain. "Tis said that woman, prone to chauging, Her soul intrinsic worth rejects, Thro'all the rounds of folly ranging,

Accomplish'd only in defects; On life's uncertain ocean riding,

Such excellence is her ambition, No reason, rule, nor rudder guiding,

Folly her wisest acquisition; Is like the comei's wand'ring light,

And even from pity and disdain Eccentric, ominous, and bright;

She'll cull some reason to be vain. Trackles, and shifting as the wind;

Thus, Sir, from ev'ry form and feature, A sea, whose fathom none can find ;

The wealth and wants of female nature, A moon, still changing and revolving; And er’n from vice, which you'd admire, A riddle, just all huinan solving;

I gather fuel to my fire; A bliss, a plague, a heaven, a hell;

And on the very base of shame A something that no man can tell. Erect my monument of fame. Now learn a secret froin a friend,

Let me another truth attempt, But keep your counsel, and attend.

Of which your godship has not dreamt. Tho' in their tempers thought so distant, Those shining virtues which you muster, Nur with their sex nor selves consistent, Whence think you they derive their lustre? Tis but the difference of a name,

From native honor and devotion ? And ev'ry woman is the same;

O yes, a mighty likely notion ! For as the world, however varied,

Trust me, froni titled dames to spinners, And through onnumber'd changes carried, Tis I make saints, whoe'er make sinners; Dfclemental modes and forms,

"Tis I instruct them to withdraw, Clouds, meteors, colors, calms, and storms, And hold presumptuous man in awe; Tho' in a thousand suits array'd,

For female worth, as I inspire, Is of one subject matter made ;

In just degrees, still mounts the higher; So, Sir, a woman's constitution,

And virtue, so extremely nice, The world's enigma, finds solution;

Demands long toil and mighty price, And let her form be what you will,

Like Samson's pillars, fix'd elate,
I am the subjact essence still.

I bear the sex's tott'ring state;
With the Grşt spark of female sense, Sap the e, and in a moment's space
The speck of being, I commence,

Down sinks the fabric to its base.
Within the womb make fresh advances,

Alike from titles and froin toys And dictate future qualms and fancies ; I spring the fount of female joys : Trience in the growing form expand,

In ev'ry widow, wife, and miss, With childhood travel hand in hand,

The sole artificer of bliss ; And give a taste for all their joys

For them each topic I explore, In gewgaus, rattles, pomp, and uoise. I cleave the sand of ev'ry shore; And now, familiar and unaw'd,

To thein uniting Indias sail,
I serul the Auti’ring soul abroad,

Sabza breathes her farthest gale :
Prisid for her shape, her air, her mien, For them the bullion I refine,
The linle goddess, and the queen,

Dig sense and virtue from the mine,
Takes at her infant shrine oblation,

And from the bowels of invention And drinks sweet draughts of adulation. Spin out the various arts you mention, Now blooming, tall, erect, and fair,

Nor bliss alone my pow'rs bestow, To dress becomes her darling care ;

They hold the sov'reign balm of woe, The realıns of beauty then I bound;

Beyond the stoic's boasted art I swell the hoopis rnchanteil round,

I sooth the heavings of the heart; Shrink in the waist's descending size, To pain give splendor and relief, Heard in the snowy bosom, rise,

And gild the pallid face of grief. Iligh on the flowing lappet sail,

Alike the palace and the plain Or, curl'd in tresses, kiss the gale.

Admit the glories of my reign! Then to ber glass I lead the fair,

Thro' ev'ry age, in ev'ry nation, And show the lovely idol there;

Taste, talents, tempers, state, and station. Where, struck as by divine ernotion,

Whate'er a wonan says, I say ; She lows with mosi sincere devotion,

Whaie'er a woman spends, I pay; And, numb’ring ev'ry beauty oʻct,

Alike I fill and empty bags, In secret bids the world adore.

Fluiter in tinery and rags, Then all her parking and parading,

With light coquettes thro' folly range, Coquetting, dancing, masquerading

And with the proud disdain to change. Forballs, plays, courts, and crowds what passion And now you'd think, 'twixt you and I, Arri churches, sometimes if the tawion; That thing. were rire for a reply. For woman's sense of right and wrous But soti, and while I'm in the noud, Is ruld by the almighty ilurong,

Kindly permit me to conclude,

Their utmost mazes to unravel,

When happily arrivd in view And touch the farthest step they travel. A Goddess whom our grand-dames knew,

When ev'ry pleasure's run aground, Of aspect grave, and sober gait,
And folly tir'd thro' many a round,

Majestic, awful, and sedate,
The nymph, conceiving discontent hence, As heaven's autumnal eve serene,
May ripen to an hour's repentance,

When not a cloud o'ereasts the scene;
And vapors, shed in pious moisture,

Once Prudence call'd, a matron fam'd, Dismiss her to a church, or cloyster;

And in old Rome Cornelia pam'd. Then on I lead her, with devotion

Quick at a venture both agree Conspicuous in her dress and motion,

To leave their strife to her decree. Inspire the heavenly-breathing air,

And now by each the facts were stated, Roll up the lucid eye in pray'r,

In form and manner as related. Soften the roice, and in the face

The case was short. They crav'd opinion, Look melting harmony and grace,

Which held o'er females ehief dominion : Thus far extends my friendly pow'r,

When thus the Goddess, answ'ring mild, Nor quits her in her latest hour;

First shook her gracious head, and smild: The couch of decent pain 1 spread,

Alas, how willing to comply, In forın recline her languid head;

Yet how unfit a judge am I! Her thoughts I methodise in death,

In times of golden date, 'tis true, And part not with her parting breath;

I shar'd the fickle sex with you; Then do I set, in order bright,

But from their presence long precluded, A length of sun'ral pomp to sight.

Or held as one whose form intruded. The glitt'ring tapers and attire,

Full fifty annual suns can tell, The plumes that whiten o'tr the bier ; Prudence has bid the sex farewell. And last, presenting to her eye

In this dilemma what to do, Angelic fineries on high,

Or who to think of, neither knew; To scenes of painted bliss I waft her,

For both, still biass'd in opinion, And form the heaven she hopes hereafter. And arrogant of sole dominion, In truth, rejoin'd love's gentle god,

Were forc'd to hold the case compounded, You've gone a tedions length of road, Or leave the quarrel where they found it. And, strange, in all the toilsome way

When in the nick, a rural fair, No house of kind refreshment lay;

Of inexperienc'd gait and air, Vonymph, whose virtues might have tempted Who ne'er had cross'd the neighb'ring lakes To hold her from lier sex exempted.

Nor seen the world beyond a wake, For one we'll never quarrel, man;

With caníbric coif, and kerchief clean, Take her, and keep her, if you can ;

Tripp'd lightly by them o'er the green. And pleas'd l yield 10 your petition,

Now, now! cried Love's triumphant cluld, Since er’ry fair, by such permission,

And at approaching conquest smild, Will hold herself the one selected ;

If Vanity will once be guided, And so my system stands protected.

Our diff'rence soon may be decided; 0, deaf to virtue, deaf io glory,

Behold yon wench, a fit occasion To truths divinely vouch'd in story!

To try your

force of gay persuasion. The Godhead in his zeal return'd,

Go
you

while I retire aloof, And, kindling at her malice, burn'd:

Go, put those boasted pow'rs to proof;
Then sweetly rais'd his voice, and told And if your prevalence of art
Of hearinly nynıphs, rever'd of old;

Transcends my yet unerring dart,
Hypsipvle, who sav'd her sire,

I give the fav'rite contest o'er, And Portia's love, approv'd by fire ;

And ne'er will boast my empire more. Alike Penelope was quoted,

At once, so said, and so consented; Nor laurela Daphne pass'd unnoted,

And well our Goddess seem'd contented; Nor Laodamia's fatal garter,

Nor pausing made a moment's stand, Nor fam'd Lucretia, honor's martyr,

But tripp'd, and took the girl in hand. Alceste's voluntary steel,

Meanwhile the Godhead, unalarn'd,
And Catharine, smiling on the wheel.

As one to each occasion arind,
But who can hope to plant conviction Forth froin his quiver cull'd a dart,
Where cavil grows on contradiction? That erst had wounded inany a heart;
Some she evades or disavows,

Then bending, drew it to the headl;
Deinurs to all, and none allows --

The bowstring twang'd, the arrow fled,
A kind of antient thing callid fables !

And to her secret soul addrest,
And thus the Goddess turn'd the tables. Transfix'd the whiteness of her breast.
Sow both in arguinent grew high,

But here the Dame, whose guardian care a choler flash'd from either cre ;

Had to a moment watch'd the fair, Nor wonder each refus’d to yield.

At once her pocket-mirror drew, The conquest of so fair a field.

And held the wonder full iņ view;

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