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Whether the chariner sinner it, or saint it, As Helluo, late dictator of the feast,
meat, Dip in the rainbow, trick her off' in air; [pare; Yet on plain pudding deign'd at home to eat : Choose a firm cloud, before it fall, and in it So Philomede, lect'ring all mankind, Catch, ere she change, theCynthia of this mimte. On the soft passion, and the taste refind,
Rufa, whose eye quick glancing o'er the Park, Th’ address, the delicacy, stoops at once, Attracts each light gay meteor of a spark, And makes her hearty meal upon a dunce. Agrees as ill with Rufa studying Locke,
Flavia 's a wit, has too much sense to pray; As Sappho’s diamonds with her dirty smock ; To toast our wants and wishes, is her way; Or Sappho at her toilet's greasy taski
Nor asks of God, but of her stars to give With Sappho fragrant at an ev'ning mask : The mighty blessing, “ while we live, to live.”, So inorning insects that in muck begun), Then all for death, that opiate of the soul ! Shine, buzz, and fly-blow in the setting sun, Lucretia's dagger, Rosamonda's bowl.
How soft is Silia! fearful to offend ; Say, what can cause such impotence of mind? The frail one's advocate, the weak one's friend ! A spark too fickle, or a spouse too kind. To her, Calista prov'd her conduct nice; Wise wretch! with pleasures too refin'd to And good Simplicius asks of her advice. With too much spirit to be e'er at ease ; [please ; Sudden, she storms! she raves! You tip the wink, With too much quickness ever to be taught; But spare your censure; Silia does not drink.
With too much thinking to have common
Papillia, wedded to her am'rous spark, And die of nothing but a rage to live.
Ladies, like variegated tulips, show, Or her that owns her faults, but never mends, Tis to their changes half their charms we owe ; Because she 's honest, and the best of friends, l'ine by defect, and delicately weak,
Or her, whose life the church and scandal share, Their happy spots their nice admirer take. For ever in a passion, or a pray'r. "Twas thus Calypso once cach heart alarm'd, Or he, who laughs at Hell, but (like her Grace) Aw'd without virtue, without beanty charm'd ; Cries, “ Ah! how charming, if there 's no such Her tongue bewitch'd as oddly as her eyes;
“ place!" Less wit than nimic, more a wit than wise ; Or who in sweet vicissitude appears Strange graces suill, and stronger Aights she Irud, of birth and opium, ratafie and tears, Was just not ugly, and was just not mad; The daily anodyne, and nightly draught, Jeneer so lure our passion to crcate, To kill those foes to fair ones, time and thought! Is when she touchd the brink of all we hate Woman and fool are too hard things hit; Sarcissa's mure, tolerably mild,
For trne no-meaning puzzles more than wit. To make a wash, would hardly stew a child ; But what are these to great Atossa's mind ? fidenben providio grant á lorer's pray'r, Scarec once herself, by turns all womankind ! int paid streesman once to make him stare ; Who, with herself, or others, from her birth Ceaius ad fisier, in a Christian trim, Finds all her life one warfare upon earth : A linka silux: trappy, for a whim. Shines in exposing knaves, and painting fools, "ht Livetovnegare good-nature is her scorn, Yet is whate'er she hates and ridicules. lin'i vihai alone she can be borne ? No thought advances, but her eddy brain. Why callesamtals, yet affect a nanie? Whisks it about, and down it goes again. A foi pane, yet a slave to fune: Full sixty years the world has been her trade, Sow deep in Tolur and the Book of Martyrs, The wisesi fool much eine has ever made. Now drinking cirion with hisGrace andChartres. From loveless youth to unrespected age, Nou conscience chill-her, and now passionburns; No passion gratified, except her rage, And atheism and religion take their turns; So much the fury still outran the wit, A very Heathen in the carval part,
The pleasure miss'il her, and the scandal hit. Yer still a saci good Christian at her heart. Who breaks with her, provokes revenge from See Sin in siate inajestically drunk ;
Hell; Proud as a peeress. prouder as a punk; But he is a bolder man who dares be well. Chaste to her husbind, frank tu all beside, Her ev'ry turn with violence pursu'd, A teeming mistress, but a barren bride, No more a storm her hate than gratitude : What then? Jet blood and body bear the fault, To that each passion turns or soon or late; Her head's untouch'd, that noble seat of thought: Love, if it makes her yield must make her hate: Sach this day's doctrine -- in another fit Superiors ! death! and equals ! what a curse ! She sios with poets thro' pure love of wit. But an inferior not dependant ! worse. What has not tir'd her bosom or her brain? Offend her, and she knows not to forgive; Cosar and Tallboy, Charles and Charlema'de. Oblige her, and she 'll hate you while you live.
But die, and she 'll adore you = then the bust Our bolder talents in full light display'd;
In women, tiro almost divide the kind; Atossa, curs'd with ev'ry granted pray'r, Those, only fix'd, they first or last obey, Childless with all her children, wanis av heir. The love of pleasure and the love of sway: To licirs unknown descends th'unguarded store, That, nature gives; and where the lesson Or wanders, Heaven-directed, to the poor.
tauglit Pictures like these, dear Madam, 10 design, Is but to please, con pleasure seem a fault? Ask no firm hand, and no unerring line; Experience, this; by man's oppression eurst, Some wand'ring touches, some reflected light, They seek the second not to lose the first. Some flying stroke alane can hit 'em right: Men, some to bus'niess, some to pleasure take, For how should equal colors do the knack? But ei'ry woman is at heart a rake: Cameleons who can paint in ulite or black ? Men, some to quiet, some to public strife;
" Yet Chloe sure was forin'd without a spot." | But ev'ry lady would be queen for life. Nature in her then err'd noi, but forgot.
let mark ihe fate of a whole sex of queens! “ With ev'ry pleasing, ev'ry prudent part,
Pow'r all their end, but beauty all the means : Say, what can Chloe want: ---She wants a heart. In youth they conquer with so wild a rage, She speaks, behaves, and acts just as she ought; As leaves them scarce a subject in their age : But never, never reach'd one gen'rous thought. For foreign glory, foreign jos, they roam; Virtue she finds too painful ani endcarour; Yo thought of peace or happiness at home. Content to dwell in decencies for ever.
But wisdom's triumphi is well-tim'd retreat, So very reasonable, so unmov’d,
As hard a science to the fair as great! 1s never yet to love, or to be lov'd.
Beauties, like tyrants, old and friendless grown, She, while her lorer pants upon her breast, Yet hate repose', and dread to be alone ; Can mark the figures on an Indian chest; Worn out in public, weary ev'ry eye, And when she sees her friend in deep despair, Nor leave one sigh behind them when they die. Observes how much a chintz exccells inohair! Pleasures the sex, as children birds pursue; Forbid it, Ileav'n! a favor or a debt
Still out of reach, yet never out of view; She e'er conld cancel - but she mav forget. Sure, if they catch, to spoil the toy at most, Safe is your secret still in Chloe's car ;
To covet tiving, and regret when lost: But none of Chloe's shall you ever hear. At last, to follies youth could scarce defend, Of all her dears she never slander'd one, It grows their age's prudence to pretend; But cares not if a thousand are undone. Asham’d to own they gave delight before, Would Chloe know if you ’re alive or dead? Reduc'd to feign it when they gave no more : She bids her footman put it in her head. As hags old sabbaths, less for joy than spite, Chloe is prudent --Wonld you too be wise? So these their merry, miserable night ; Then never break your heart when Chloe dies. Suill round and round the ghosts of beauty glide,
One certain portrait may (I grant) be seen, And haunt the places where their honor died. Which Heaven has varnish'd out and made a See how the world its veterans rewards ! Queen :
A youth of frolics, an old age of cards ; The same for ever! and describ’d by all Fair to no purpose, artful to no end, With truth and goodness,as with crown and ball. Young without luiers, old without a friend; Poets heap virtues, Painters gems at will, A fop their passion, but their prize a sot, And show their zeal, and hide their want of skill. Alive, ridiculous, and dead, forgot! 'Tis well-but, Artists ! who can paint or write, Ah, friend ! to dazzls let the vain design; To draw the naked is your true delight.
To raise the thought and touch the heart be thine! That robe of quality so struts and swells, That charm shall grow, while what fatigues the None see what parts of vature it conceals :
ring; Th' exactest traits of body or of inind, Flaunts and goes down an unregarded thing: We owe to models of an humble kind. So when the sun's broad beam has tir'd the sight, If Qucensberry to strip there 's no compelling, All mild ascends the moon's more sober light; "I'is froin a handinaid we must take a llelen. Serene in virgin modesty she shines, From peer or bishop, 'tis no easy thing And, unobservd, the glaring orb declines. To draw the man who loves his God, or king : Oh! blest with temper, whose unclouded ray Alas! I copy (or my draught would fail) Can make to-morrow cheerful as to-day; Froun bonest Mah'met, or plam Parson Hale. She who can love a sister's charms, or hear But grant, in public, men sometimes are Sighs for a daughter with unwounded ear; shown,
She who ne'er answers till a husband cools; A woman 's seen in private life alone : Or, if she rules him, never shows she rules :
Charms by accepting, by submitting sways, B. It raises armies in a nation's aid : [tray'd. Yet has hér humor inost, when she obeys : P. But bribes a senate, and the land 's bee Let Fops or Fortune fly which way they will; In vain may heroes fight, and patriots rave, Disdains all loss of tickets, os codille; If secret gold sap on froin knave to knave. Spleen, vapors, or small-pox, above them all, Once, we confess, beneath the patriot's cloke, And mistress of herself, tho' china fall. From the crack'd bag the ciropping guinca spoke,
And yet, believe ine, good as well as ill, And, jingling down ihe back-stairs,told the crew, Woman 's at best a contradiction still. « Old Cato is as great a rogue as you." Heaven, when it strives to polish all it cau, Blest paper-credit ! last and best supply! Its last best work, but forms a softer man; That lends corruption lighter wings to fly! Picks from each sex, to make the fav'rile blest, Gold, imp'd by thee, can compass hardest things; Your love of pleasure, our desire of rest: Can pockct states, can fetch'or carry kings; Blends, in exception to all gen’ral rules, A single leaf shall waft an arıny o'er, Your tasie of follies with our scorn of fools; Or ship off senates to some distant shore; Reserve with frankness, art with truth allied, A leaf, like Sibyl's, scatter to and fro Courage with softness, modesty with pride; Our fates and fortunes, as the wind shall blow: Fix'd principles, with fancy ever new,
-Pregirant with thousands flits the scrap unseen, Shakes all together, and produces - You. And silent sells a king, or buys a queen.
Be this a woman's fame; with this unblest, Oh! that such bulky bribes as all might see,
gave you beauty, but denied the pelf Or water all the quornm ten miles round?
Nor could profusion squander all in kind.
And Worldly crying coals from street to street;
Whom, with a wig so wild, and men so maz'd, P. Who shall decide, when doctors disagree, Pity mistakes for some poor tradesınen craz'd. And soundest casuists doubt, like you and me? I ad Colepepper's whole wealth been hops and You hold the word, from Jove to Vlonus given, Could he hiinself have sent it to the dogs? [hogs, That man was made the standing jest of heaven: His Grace will game: to White's a bull be led, And gold but sent to keep the fools in play, With spurning heels and with a butting head. For some to heap, and soine to throw away. To White's be carried, as to antient games,
But I, who think more highly of our king Fair coursers, vases, and alluring dames. (And surely, Heaven and I are of a mind,) Shall then Uxorio, if the stakes he sweep, Opine, that nature, as in duiy bound,
Bear home six whores, and make his lady weep. Deep hid the shining mischiet under ground : Or soft Adonis, so perfum'd and fine, But when by man's audacions labor wou, Drive to St. James's a whole herd of swine? Flam'd forth this rival to its sire the sun, O althy check on all industrious skill, Then careful Heaven supplied two sorts of men ; To spoil the nation's last great trade, Quadrille ! To squandes these, and those to hide agen. Since then, my lord, on such a world we fall,
Like doctors thus, when much dispute has What say you? B. Say;Why takeit, guld and all. We find our tenets just the same at last. (pass'd,
P. What riches give us, let us then inquire : Both fairly owning, riches in effect
Meat, fire, and clothe. B.What more? P. Mieat, No grace of Heaven, or token of th' elect;
clothes, and fire. Giv'n to the fool, the inad, the vain, the evil, Is this too little? would you more than live? ToWard, to Waters, Chartres, and the Devil. Alas! 'tis more than Turner finds they give.
B. What nature wants, commodious gold be- Alas ! 'tis more than (all his visions past) *Tis thus we eat the bread another sows. Istows; Unhappy Wharton, waking, found at last!
P. But how unequal it bestows, observe, What can they give? to dying Hopkins, heirs ; 'Tis thus we riot, while who sow it starve: To Chartres, vigor ; Japhet, nose and ears What nature wants (a phrase I must distrust) Can they, in gems bid pallid Hippia glow? Extends to luxury, extends to lust:
In Fulvia's buckle ease the throbs below? Useful, I grant, it serves what life requires ; Or heal, old Narses, the obscener ail, But, dreadful too, the dark assassin hires. With all th' embroidery plaster'd at thy tail?
B. Trade it may help, society extend : They might (were Harpax not too wise to spend) P. Butluses the pirate, and corrupts the friend. Givé Harpax self the blessing of a friend
E PISTLE III.
Or find some doctor that would save the life Less mad the wildest whimsy we can frame, Of wretched Shylock, spite of Shylock's wife: Than even that passion, if it has no aim ; But thousands die, without or this or that ; For though sueh motives folly you may call, Die, and endow a collegc, or a cat!
The folly 's greater to have none at all. To some, indeed, Heaven grants the happier fate, Hear then the truth : “ "Tis heaven each T enrich a bastard, or a son they hate.
“ passion sends, Perhaps you think the poor might have their " And dit 'rent men directs to diff'rent ends. part?
[heart. “ Extrenies in nature equal good produce ; Bond damns the poor, and hates them from his "Extremes in man concur lo gen'ral use." The grave sir Gilbert holds it for a rule, Ask we what makes one keep, and one bestow?
That ev'ry man in want is knare or fool : That Pow'r who bids the ocean ebb and How, • God cannot love (says Blunt, with tearless eyes) Bids seed-time, harvest, equal course maintain, • The wretch he starves '- and piously denies : Thro' reconcil'd extremes of drought and rain, But the good bishup, with a miecker air, Builds life on death, on change duration founds, Admits, and leaves them, Providence's care. And gives th'eternal wheels to know their rounds:
Yet to be just to these poor mien of pelf, Riches, like insects, when conceal'd they lie, Each does but hate his neighbour as himself : Wait but for wings, and in their season fly. Damu'd to the mines, an equal fate berides Who sees pale Mammon pine amilst his store, The slave that digs it, and ihe slave that hides. Ses but a backward steward for the poor :
B.Whosuffer'd thus, merecharity shouldlown, This year a reservoir, to keep and spare ; Must act on motives powerful, tho' unknown. The next, a fountain, spouting thro' his heir,
P.Somewar,someplague,orfaminethey foresce, Io lavish streams to quench a country's thirst; Sonie revelation hid from vou and me.
And inen and dogs shall drink him till they burst. Why Shylock wants a meal, the cau-e is found; Old Coita sham'd his fortune and his birth, He thinks a loaf will rise to fifty pound.
Yet was not Cotta void of wit or worth: What made directors cheat in Sonth-sea year? What tho' (the use of barb'rous spits forgot) To live on ven'son when it sold so dear, His kitchen vied in coolness with his grot? Ask you why Phryne the whole auction buys : His court with nettles, moats with cresses storid, Phryne foresees a general exercise.
With soups unbought and salads blest his board? Why she and Sappho raise that monstrous sum: If Cotta lir'd on pulse, it was no more Alas! they fear a man will cost a plum. Than Brainins, Saints, and Sages did before;
Wise Péter sees the world's respect for gold, To cram the rich was prodigal expence; And therefore hopes this nation may be sold : And who would take the poor from Providence? Glorious ambition! Peter, swell thy store,
Likesome loneChartreux stands the good old hall, And be what Rome's great Didius was before. Silence without, and fasts within the wall:
The crown of Poland, venal twice an age, No rafier'd roofs with dance and tabor sound, To just three millions stinted modest Goge. No noontide bell invites the country round; But nobler scenes Maria's rireams unfold, Tenants with sighs the smokeless tow'rs survey, Hereditary realms, and worlds of gold. And turn th' unwilling steeds another way : Congenial souls ! whose life one av'rice joins, Benighted wanderers, the forest o’er, And one fate buries in th’ Austrian mines. Curse the sav'd candle, and imop’ning door;
Much-injur’dBlunt!whybearshe Britain'shate? While the gaunt mastiff, growling at the gate, A wizard told him in the words our fate : Affrighis the beggar, whom he longs to eat. “ At length corruption, like a gen'ral Aood Not so his son, he markd this oversight, “ (So long by watchful ininistero withstood),
And then niistook reverse of wrong for right. “ Shall deluge all; and av’rice, creeping on, (Forwhat to shun will no great knowledge need; “ Spread like a low-born mist, and blot the sun; But what to follow is a task indeed.) “ Statesman and patriot ply alike the stocks, Yet sure, of qualities deserving praise, « Peeress and builer share alike the box, More 20 10 ruin fortunes than to raise, * And judges job, and bishops bite the town, Whatslaughter'd hecatonıbs, with floods of wine, “ And mighty dukes pack carris for half a crown. Fill the capacious 'squire, and deep divine ! " See Britain'sunk in lucre's sordid charins, Yet no mean motive this profusion draws, “And France reveng'd of Anne's and Edward's Mis oxen perish in his country's cause; “arins !"
Thruin, "Tis George and Liberty that crowns thc cup, 'Twas no court badge, great Scriv'ner ! fir'd thy And zeal for that great house which eats him up. Nor lordly luxury, nor city gain :
The woods recede around the naked seat, No, 'twas thy righteous crid, asham'd to see
The sylvans groan
- 110 matter - for the ficet : Senates degei'rate, patriots disagree,
Next goes his wool--lo clothe our valiant bands: And nobly wishing party-rage to cease, Last, for his country's love, he sells his lands. To buy both sides, and give ihy country peace. To town he comes, completes the nation's hope.
“ All this is inadess," cries a sober sage: And heads the bold train-bands, and burps a But wbo, my friend, lias reason in his rage ?
pope. “ The ruling passion, be it what it will, And shall not Britain now reward his toils, “ The ruling passion conquers rearon still." Britain, that pays her patriots with her spoils?
In vain at court the bankrupt pleads bis cause ; P. Or debts and taxes, wise and children clear, His thankless country leaves bin to her laws. This man possess'd tive hundred pounds a-year.
The sense to value riches, with the art Blush, grandeur, blush! proud courts, withdraw T enjoy them, and the virtue to imipart, Not incauly, nor ambitiously pursued,
Ye little stars! hide your diminishi'd
rays. Not sunk by slotii, nor rais d by servivide; B. And what?nomonument,inscription,stone? To balance fortune by a just expence,
his form, his name almost unknown? Join with econginy, magnificence ;
P.Who buildsachurch toGod, and not tofame, With splendor, charity; with plenty, health! Will never mark the marble with his name! Oh teach us, Bathurst? yet unspoiled by wealth! Go, search it there, where to be born and die, That secret rare, between the extremes to move, Of rich and poor suakes all tKe history; Of mad good-nature, and of mean self-love. Enough, thai virtue fillid the space between ;
B. To worth or want well weighi'd be bounty Prov'd by the ends of being, to have been. And ease or emulate the care of Heaven; (given, When Hopkins dies, a thousand lights attend (Whose measure full o'ertlows on human race) The wretch, who living sav'd a candle's end; Mend fortune's fault, and justify her grace. Should'ring God's altar a vile image stands, Wealth in the gross is death, but life diffus'd; Belies his features, nay extends his hands; As poison heals, in just proportion u'd : That live-long wig which Gorron's self' might In heaps, like ambergris, a stink it lies : Eternal buckle takes in Parian stone. [own. But well dispers'd is incense to the skies. Behold what blessings wealth life can lead !
P. W ho starves by nobles, or with nobles eats? And see what comfort it affords our end. The wretch that trusts them, and the rogue ihat Inthe worstinn's worst room,withmat halfhung, cheats.
The floors of plaister, and the walls of dung, Is there a lord, who knows a cheerful noon On once a flock-bed, but repair'd with straw, Without a fiddler, Hau'rer, or buffoon? With tape-tied curtains, never meant to draw, Whose table wit or modest merit share, The George'and Garter dangling from that bed Unelbow'd by a gamester, pimp, or play'r? Where tawdry yellow strove with dirty red, M'ho copies yours, or Oxford's better part, Great Villiers liés —alas! how chang'd from him To ease th:
opprest, and raise the sinking heart? That life of pleasure, and that soul of whim! Where'er he shines, O fortune gild the scene, Gallant and gay, in Cliveden's proud alcove, And angels guard him in the golden mean! The bow'r of wanton Shrewsbury and love; There English bounty yet awhile my stane, Or just as gay, at council, in a ring And honor linger ere it leaves the land. Of mimic statesmen, and their merry king,
But all our praises why should lords engross? No wit to Aatier left of all his store! Rise, honest Muse! and sing the Man of Ross: No fool to laugh at, which he valued more. Pleas'd Vaga echoes thro' her winding bounds, There, victor of his health, his fortune, friends, And rapid Severn hoarse applause resounds. And fame — this lord of useless thousands endo Who hung with woods yon mountain's sultry His grace's late sage Cutler could foresee, brow?
And well (he thought) advis'd him, “ Live like From the dry rock who haile the waters flow?
" me." Not to the skies in useless columns tost, As well his grace replied, “ Like you, Sir John! Or in proud falls magnificently lost,
“ That I can do, when all I have is gone." But clear and artless, pouring through the plain Resolve me, Reason, which of these is worse, Health to the sick, and solace to the swain. Want with a full, or with an empty purse, Whose causeway parts the valè with shady rows? Thy life more wretched, Cutler, was confess'd; Whose seats the weary traveller repose ? Arise, and tell me, was thy death more blessid? Who taught that heaven-directed spire to rise? Cutler saw tenants break, and houses fall, • The Man of Ross," each lisping babe replies. For very want; he could not build a wall. Behold the market-place with poor o'erspread! His only daughter in a stranger's pow's, Toe Man of Ross divides the weekly bread : For very want; he could not pay a dow'r. He feeds yon alms-house, neat, but void of state, A few grey hairs his rev'rend temples crown'd, Where age and want sit smiling at the gate ;
"Twas very want that sold them for two pound. llim portion's maids, apprentic'dorphans bless'd, What cren denied a cordial at his end, The young who labor, and the old who rest. Banish'd the doctor, and expellid the friend ! Is any sick? the Man of Ross relieves, What but a want, which you perhaps think mad, Prescribes attends the med'cine makes and gives. Yet numbers feel the want of what he hadde Is there a variance? enter but his door, Cutler and Brutus, dying, both exclaim, Baulk'd are the courts, and contest is no more. “ Virtue! and wealth! what are ye but a name!" Despairing quacks with curses filed the place, Sav, for such worth are other worlds prepard! And vile attorneys, now an useless race. Or are they both in this their own reward?
B. Thrice happy man enabled to pursue A kootty point! to which we now proceed. What all so wish, but want the pow'r to do! But you are tir'd-I'll tell a tule ---B. Agreed. Oh say, what soms that gen'rous hand supply! P. Where London's column, pointing at the What mines to swell that boundless charity ? Like a tall bully, lifts the head, and lies; [skies,