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He's dear, you frugal; choose my cheaper lay, Her only grief is, that she cannot be
And be your reformation all my pay.

At once engag'd in pray'r and charily.
Lavinia is polite, but not profane;

And this, to do her justice, must be said : To church as constant as to Drury-lane. " Who would not think that Abra was a maid?" She decently in form pays Heav'n its dues Some ladies are too beauteous to be wed; And makes a civil visit io her pew.

For where's the man that's worthy of their bed? Her lifted fan, to give a solemn air,

If no disease reduce her pride before; Conceals her face, which passes for a pray'r : Lavinia will be ravish'd at threescore. ('urt'sies to curtsies then with grace succeed ; Then she subnits to venture in the dark ; Not one the fair omits, but at the creed. And nothing now is wanting - but her spark. Or, if she joins the service, 'tis to speak ;

Lucia thinks happiness consists in state; Thro'dreadful silence the pentheart might break; She weds an idiot, but she eats in plate. Untaught to bear it, women talk away

The goods of fortune which her soul possess, To God himself, and fondly think they pray. Are but the ground of unmade happiness, But sweet the acceut, aud their air refind; The rude material ; wisdom add to this, For they're before their Maker -- and inankind: Wisdom the sole artificer of bliss. When ladies once are proud of praying well, She, from herself, if so compellid by need, Satan himself will toll' the parish bell.

Of thin content can draw the subtle thread; Acquainted with the world, and quite well But (no detraction to her sacred skill) Drusa receives her visitants in bed ; [bred; If she can work in gold, 'tis better still. But, chaste as ice, this l'esta, to defy

IfTullia had been blest with half her sense; The very blackest tongue of calumnny,

None could too much admire her excellence. When from her sheets her lovely form she lifts, But since she can make error shine so bright, She begs you just would turn you while she shifts. She thinks it vulgar to defend the right. Those charms are greatest which decline the With understanding she is quite o'er-run ; sight;

And by too great accomplishments undone. That makes the banquet poignant and polite. With skill she vibrates her eternal tongue,

There is no woman where there's no reserve; For ever most divinely in the wrong.
And 'tis on plenty your poor lovers starve. , Naked in nothing should a woman be,

But, with the modern fair, meridian inerit, But veil her very wit with modesty ;
Is a fierce thing they call a nymph of spirit. Let man discover, let not her display,
Mark well the rollings of her flaming eye, But yield her charnis of mind with sweet delay
And tread on tiptoe, if you dare draw nigh. For pleasure formid, perversely some believe,
"Or if you take a lion by the bear.*,

To make themselves important, men nust grieve. "Or darc defy the fell Hyrcanian paril,

Lesbia the fair, to fire her jealous lord,
* Or arm'd rhinoceros, or rough Russian bear," Pretends the fop she laughs at is ador'd.
First make your will, and then converse with her. | In vain she's proud of secret innocence;
This lady glories in profuse expence,

The fact she feigns were scarce a worse offence. And thinks disiraction is magnificence ;

Mira, endow'd with ev'ry charın to bless, To beggar her gallant, is some delight;

Has no design but on her husband's peace; To be more fartal still, is exquisite.

He lov'd her much, and greatly was he mov'd Had ever nymph such reason to be glad?. At small inquietudes in her he lov'd. In duel fell iwo lovers ; one ran mad.

“How charming this !" - The pleasure lasted Her foes their honest exccrations pour;

long; Her lovers only should detest her inore. Now ev'ry day the fit comes thick and strong; Thrice happy ihey who think I boldly feign, At last he found the chariner only feign'd; And starlle at a mistress of my brain.

And was diverted when he should be pain'd. Flavia is constant to her old gallant, What greater vengeance have the Gods in store And generously supports him in his want. Ilow tedious life, now she can plague no more ! But marriage is a fetter, is a snare,

She tries her thousand arts, but none succeed; A hell no lady so polite can bear.

She's forc'd a fever to procure in, leed : She's faithful, she's observant, and with pains Thus strictly prov'd this virtuous loving wife, Her angel brood of bastards she maintains, Her husbands' pain was dearer than her life. Nor least advantage has the fair to plead, | Ankious Melania rises to my view, But that of guilt above the marriage bed. Who never thinks her lover pays his due :

Amasia hates a prude, and scorns restraint ; | Visit, present, treat, Aatter, and adore; Whate'er she is, she 'll not appear a saint; Her majesty to-morrow calls for more. Her soul superior flies forınality :

His wounded eats complaints eternal fill, So gay her ait, her conduct is so free,

As unoil'd hinges querulously shrill. Solne might suspect the nymph not over good " You went last night with Celia to the ball." Nor would they be mistaken if they should. You prove it false. "Not Go? that's worst of all."

Unmarried Abra puts on forinalairs; [pray'rs. Nothing can please her, nothing not inflane; Her cushton 's threadbare with her constant | And arrant contradictions are the sainę.


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Her lover must be sad, to please her spleen; Thus ev'ry hour Brunetta is to blame,
His mirth is an inexpiable sin :

Because th' occasion is beneath her aim.
For, of all rivals that can pain her breast, (rest; Think nought a trifle, though it small appear;
There's one that wounds far deeper than the Small sandsthemountain, moments maketheyear,
To wreck her quiet, the most dreadful shelf And trifles life. Your care to trifles give,
Is, if her lover dares enjoy himself. . . Or you may die before you truly live.

And this, because she's exquisitely fair; Go breakfast with Alicia ; there you 'll see, Should I dispute her beauty, how she'd stare! Simplex munditiis, to the last degree. How would Melania be surpris'd 10 hear . Unlac'd her stays, her night-gown is untied, She's quite deform’d! and yet the case is clear. And what she has of head-dress is aside.

What's female beauty but an air divine, She drawls her words, and waddles in her pace; Thro' which the mind's all-gentle graces shine ? Unwash'dher hands, and much besnuft'dherface: They, like the sun, irradiate all between; A nail uncut, and head uncomb'd she lores; The body charms because the soul is scen. And would draw on jack-boots as soon as gloves; Hence men are often captives of a face, Gloves by qneen Bess's maidens might be mist, They know not why, of no peculiar grace; Her blessed cyes ne'er saw a female fist. Some forms, though bright, no mortal man can Lovers, beware! 10 wound how can she fail" bear;

With scarlet finger and long jetty nail? Some none resist, though not exceeding fair. For Hervey the first wit she cannot be ;

Aspasia's highly born, and nicely bred, Nor, cruel Richard, the first toast for thee. Of taste retin'd, in life and manners read, Since full each other station of renown, Yet reaps no fruit from her superior sense, Who would not be the greatest trapes in town? But to be tea'd by her own excellence. Women were made to give our eyes delight; “ Folks are so awkward! things so unpolite !" A female sloven is an odious sight. She 's elegantly pain'd from morn to night. Fair Isabella is so fund of fame, Her delicacy's shock'd where'er she goes ; That her dear self is hier eternal theme! Each creature's jinperfections are her woes. |Thro' hopes of contradiction of she 'll say, Heaven by its favors has the fair distress'd, “ Methinks I look so wretchedly to-day !" And pour'd such blessings that she can't be When most the world applauds you, most be.

spring, 'Tis often less a blessing than a snarc. {vrare : Ah! why so vain, though blooming in thy Distrust mankind; with your own heart confer; Thou shining, frail, ador'd, and wretched thing! And dread even there to find a Aatterer. Old age will come, discase may come before; The breath of others raises our renown; . Fifteen is full as mortal as threescore:

Our own as surely blows the pageant down; Thy fortune and thy charms may soon decay; Take up no more than you by worth can claim, But grant these fugitives prolong their stay, Lest soon you prove a bankrupt in your fame. Their basis totters, their foundation shakes, But own I must in this perverted age, Life that supports them in a moment breaks. Who most deserve can't always inost engage. Then wrought into the soul let virtue shine; So far is worth from making glory sure, The ground eternal, as the work divine. It often hinders what it should procure.

Julia's a manager, she's born for rule, Whom praise we most? the virtuous, brave, and And knows her wiser husband is a fool; No; wretches whom in secret we despise.(wix? Assernblies holds, and spins the subtle thread And who so blind as not to see the cause? That guides the lover to his fair one's bed ; No rival's rais'd by such discreet applause; For difficult ainours can smooth the way, And yet of credit it lays in a store, And tender letters dictate or convcy.

By which our spleen may wound true worth But, if depriv'd of such important cares,

the more. Her wisdom condescends to less affairs.

Ladies there are who think one crime is all; For her own breakfast she'll project a scheme, Can women then no way but backward fall? Nor take her tea without a stratagem;

So sweet is that one crime they don't pursue, Presides o'er trifles with a serious face,

To pay its loss, they think all others few. Important by the virtue of grimace.

Who hold that crime so dear must never claim Ladies supreme arnong amusements reign, Ofinjur'd modesty the sacred name. By nature born to soothe and entertain;

But Clio thus: * What! railióg without end? Their prudence in a share of follv lies ;

"Mean task! how much more gen'rous 10 COINWhy will they be so wcak as to be wise ?

“inend !" Syrenna is for ever in extremes,

(Yes, to conmiend as you are wont to do, And with a vengeance stie comiends or blames. My kind instructor and examiple too. Conscious of her discernment, which is good, “ Daphnis," says Clio, “has a charming eve : She strains too much to make it understood. What pity 'tis her shoulder is awry! Her judgement just, her sentence is too strong ; " Aspasia's shape indeed -- but then her air Because she 's right, she 's ever in the wrong " The inan has parts who finds destruction there.

Brunetta 's wise in actions great and rare; " Alineria's wit has something that's divine; Birt scurns on trifies to bestow her care. " And wit's enough-how few in all thingsshine?

* Selima Selima serves her friends, relieves the poor - Help me, ye misers ! help me to complain, " Who was it said Selima's near threescore? And blast our cominon enemy, Germain : “ At Lucia's match I from my soul rejoice, But our inyectives inast despair success; “ The world congratulates so wise a choice; For next to praise, she values nothing less. " His lordship's rent-roll is exceeding great: What picture 's yonder, loosen'd from its “But mortgages will sap the best estate. Or is 't Austuria, that affected dame? [frame? " In Shirley's form night cherubiins appear, The brightest forins, thro' affectation, fade “ But then she has a freckle on her car." Tostranye new things, which nature never made; Without a but, Hortensia she comiends, Frown not ye fair! so much your sex we prize, The first of women, and the best of friends; We hate those aris that take you from our cyes. Owns her in person, wit, fame, virtue bright; In Albucinda's native grace is seen But how comes this to pass :-he dieel last night. What you, who labor at perfection, mean.

Thus nymphscoinmend, who yet at satire rail; Short is the rule, and to be learnt with ease; Indeed that's needless, it' such praise prevail; Retain your gentle selves, and you must please. And whence such praise? our virulence is thrown Here might I sing of Memmia's mincing mien, On others' fame, thro' fondness for our own. And all the movemenis of the soft machine

Of rank and riches proud, Cleora frowns; How two red lips affected zephyrs blow, For are not coronets akin to crowns ?

To cool the bohea, and inflame the beau ; Her greedy eye, and her sublime address, While one white finger and a thumb conspire The height of avarice and pride confess. To lift the cup and make the world admire. You seek perfections worthy of her rank;

Tea! how I tremble at thy fatal sureain! Go, seek for her perfections at the bank. As Lethe dreadful to the love of fame. By wealth unquenchid, by reason uncontrollid, What devastations ou thy banks are seen! For ever burns her sacred 'thirst of gold. What shades of mighty names which once have As fond of fivepence as the veriest cit,

A hetacomb of characters supplies [been ! And quite as nucli detested as a wit.

Thy painted altar's daily sacrifice; Can gold calm passion, or make reason shine? H- P-, B-, aspers'd by thee decay, Can we dig peace or wisdom from the mine? As grains of finest sugars melt away, Wisdom to gold prefer, for 'lis much less And recommend thee more to mortal taste : To make our fortune than our happiness ; Scandal's the sweet'ner of a female feast. That happiness which great ones often sce, But this inhuman triumph shall decline, With rage and wonder, in a low degree, | And thy revolving Naiads call for wine; Themselves unblest : the poor are only poor; Spirits no longer shall serve under thee; But what are they who droop amid their store? But reign in thy owị cup, exploded tea! Nothing is meaner than a wretch of state, Citronia's nose declares thy ruin nigh; The happy only are the truly great.

And who dares give Citronia's nose the lye * ? Peasants enjoy like appetites with kings,

The ladies long at men of drink exclaim'd, And those best satisfied with cheapest things. And what impairal both health and virtue blam'd. Could both our Indies buy but one new sense, At length, to rescue man, the gen'rvus lass Our envy would be due to large expence. Stole from her consort the pernicious glass. Since not, those pomps which to the great belong As glorious as the British qucen renown'd, Are but poor arts to mark them from the throng. Whosuck'd the poison frounlerhusband'swound. See, how they beg an alms of flattery! | Nor to the glass alone are nymphs inclin'd, They languish! oh support them with a lye! But ev'ry bolder vice of bold mankind. A decent competence we fully taste;

O Juvenal! for thy severer rage, It strikes our sensc, and gives a constant feast : To lash the ranker follies of our age! More, we perceive by dint of thought alone; Are there ainong the females of our isle The rich must labor to possess their own, Such faults at which it is a fault to smile? To feel their great abundance; and request There are. Vice, once by modest nature chain'd, Their humble friends to help them to be blest; And legal ties, expatiates unrestrain'd; To see their treasures, hear their glory told, Without thin decency held up to view, Andaid the wretched impotence of gold. (divine, Naked she stalks o'er law and gospel too.

But some great souls! and touch'd with warmth Our matrons lead such exemplary lives, Give gold a price, and teach its beams to shine. Men sigh iu vain for nonc but for their wives ; All hoarded treasures they repute a load, Who marry to be free, to range the more, Norihink their wealth their own, till well be. And wed one inan to wantou with a score. Grand reservoirs of public happiness, (stow'd. Abroad too kind, at home 'tis stedfast hate, Thro'secretstreams diffusively they bless; (view, | And one eternal tempest of debate. And while their bounties glide conceal'd from What foul eruptions from a look most meck! Believe our wants, and spare our blushes too. What thunders bursting from a dimpled cheek! Bili satire is my task, and these destroy

| Their passions bear it with a lofty hand; lier gloomy province and malignant joy. But then their reasou is at due command. S o Solem quis dicere falsum audeat? Virgil,

Is there whom you detest, and scek his life ? " Let priests do something for their use in ten; Trust no soul with the secret — but his wife. " It is their trade; so far they're honest men. Wives wonder that their conduct I condemn, - Let them canton,since they havegot the knack, And ask, what kindred is a spouse to them? 1“ And dress their notions like themselvesinblack.

What swarins of anı'rous grandmothers I see," Friglat us with terrors of a world unknown And misscs, antient in iniquity! [ing! " From joys of this, to keep them all their own. What blasting whispers, and what loud declaim- " Of earth's fair fruits, indeed, they claim a fet; Whatlying,drinking, bawdiny,swearing,gaming! “ But then they leave our undith'd virtue free, Friendship so cold, such warm incontinence, 1" Virtue 's a pretty thing to make a show: Such griping av’rice, such profuse expence, “ Did ever mortal write like Rochefoucault?" Such dead devotion, such a zeal for crimes, Thus pleads the Devil's fair apologist, Such licens'd ill, such masquerarling times, And pleading, safely enters on his list. Such venal faith, such misapplied applause, | Lei angel forms angelic truths maintain; Such Aatter'd guilt, and such inverted laws, Nature disjoins the beauteous and profane. Such dissolution thro' the whole I find, For what's true beauty but fair virtue's face. 'Tis not a world, but chaos of mankind. [belle Virtue inade visible in outward grace?

Since Sundays have no balls, the well-dressd She, then, that's haunted with an impious mind, Shines in a pew, but smiles to hear of hell; Themoreshecharms, themoresheshocksinankind, And casts an eye of sweet disdain on all

But charms decline; the fair long vigils keep; Who listen less to C n s than St. Paul. They sleep no more! Quadrille has murderd Atheists have been but rare since nature's birth; sleep*, Till now she-atheists ne'er appear'd on earth ; " Poor K-p! cries Livia ; I have not been there Ye men of deep researches, say whence springs These two nights; thepoorcreaturewilldespair. This daring character in tim'rous things, "I hate a crowd-but to do good, you knowWho start at feathers, from an insect Hy, " And people of condition should bestos." A match for nothing--but the Deity> [own Convincid, 'o'ercome, to K-p's grave mation's

But, not to wrong the fair, the Mose must Now set a daughter, and now stake a son ; [run, In this pursuit they court not fame alone; Let health, fame, temper, beauty, fortune flyi But join to that a more substantial view And beggar half their race through charity. From thinking free, to be free agents too." Imniortal were we, or else vzortal quite, They strive with their own hearts, and keep. I less should blaine this criminal delight; then down

But since the gay asseinbly's gayest room In complaisance to all the fools in town. Is but an upper story to some tomb, Oh how they tremble at the name of prude! Methinks we need not our short beings shon, And die with shamc at thought of being good! And, thought to Ay, content to be undone: For what will Artimis, the rich and gay, We need not buy our ruin with our crime, What will the wits, that is, the coxcombs say? And give eternity 10 murder uime They heaven defy, to earth's vile dregs a slave; The love of gaming is the worst of ills; Thro' cowardice most execrably brave.

With ceaseless storms the blackend soul it fils With our own judgements durst we to comply, Inveighs at heaven, neglects the ties of blood, In virtue should we live, in glory die,

Destroys the pow'r and will of doing good; Rise then, my Muse, in lionest fury rise! Kills health, pawns honor, plunges in disgrace, They dread a Satire who defy the skies. And, what is still more dreadful, spoils your face.

Atheists are few; most symphs a god-head! See youder set of thieves that live ou spoil, And nothing but his attributes dethrone. Town, The scaudal and the ruin of our isle! Froin Atheists far, they stedfastly believe And see (strange sight!) ainid that ruffan band, God is, and is almighty-to forgive.

a form divine high wave her snowy hand; His other excellence ihey'll not dispute ; That rattles loud a small enchanted box, Bur inercy, sure, is his chief attribuie. Which lond asthunder on the board she knocks. Shall pleasures of a short duration chain And as fierce storms, which earth's foundation A lady's soul in everlasting pain?

Froin qolus's cave impetuous broke, [shook, Will the great Author us poor worms destroy, From this small cavern a mix'd tempesi dies, For now, and then, a sip of transient joy? Fear, rage, convulsion, tcars,oathis, blasphemies! No, he 's for ever in a smiling mood;

For men, I mean the fair discharges none; He's like theinselves, or how could he be good? She, guildless creature! swears to Heaven alone. And they blaspheme who blacker schemes sup- See her eyes start, cheeks glow, and muscles Devoutly, thus, Jehovah they depose, [pose. Like the mad maid in the Comean cell. swell! The pure! the just ! and set up in his stead Thus that divine one her soli nights employs! A Deity that is perfectly well-bred.

Thus tunes her soul to tender nupual joys! “Dear Tillotson! - besure the best of men and when the cruel morning calls to bed, Nor thought he more than thought great Ori- And on her pillow lays her aching head, "Tho'once upon a time he misbehav'la gen. With the dire images her dreams are crown, Poor Satan! doubtless he'll at length be sav'd. The die spins lovely, or the cards go round:

Imaginary * Shakspeare,

Imaginary ruin charms her still;

| Midst empire's charms, how Carolina's heart Her happy lord is cuckold by Spadille ; Glows with a love of virtue and of art! And, if she's brought to bed, 'tis ten to one, Her favor is diffus'd to that degree, He marks the forehead of her darling son. Excess of goodness! it has dawn'd on me,

Oh scene of horror, and of wild despair ! When in my page, to balance num'rous faults, Why is the rich Artides' splendid heir

Or god-like deeds were shown, or gen'rous Constrain d to quit his entient lordly seat,

thoughts, And hide his glories in a inean retreat ? She smild, industrious to be pleas'd, nor knew Why that drawn sword? and whence that dismal From whom my pen the borrow'd lustre drew. Why pale distraction thro' the family? [cry? * Thus the majestic mother of mankind, See my lord threatens and my lady weep, To her own charms most amiably blind, And treinbliny servants froin the iempest creep. On the green margin innocently stood, Why that gay son to distant regions sent! And gaz'd indulgent on the crystal Avod, What fiends that daughter's desiin'd match pre-Survey'd the stranger in the painted wave, Why the whole house in sudden ruin laid? (vent? And smuiling prais'd the beauties which she gare. Oh nothing but -- last night any lady play'd. I + In more than civil war, while patriots storm;

But wanders not niy Satire from her theme? While genius is but cold their passion warm; Is this too owing to the love of fame ?

While public good aloft, in pomp they wield; Tho' now your hearts on lucre are bestow'd ; And private int'rest shulks behind the shield; 'Twas first'a vain devotion to the mode. While Mist and Wilkins rise in weekly might, Nor cease we here, since 'tis a vice so strong, Make presses groan, lead senators to fight; The torrent sweeps all womankind along. Exalt our coffee with lampoons, and treat This may be said in honor of our times, The pamper'd mob with ministers of state : That none now'stand distinguish'd bytheircrimes. " While Até, hotfromhellmakesheroes shrink,

If sin you must, take nature for your guide, f“ Cries havoc, and lets loose the dogs of ink :" Love has some soft excuse to soothe your pride; Nor rank vor sex escapes the gen'ral frown, Ye fair apestates from love's antient pow'r! But ladies are ripp'd up and cits knock'd down: Can nothing ravish but a golden show'r ?. Tremendous force! where even the victor bleeds ; Can cards alone your glowing fancy seise? And he deserves our pity that succeeds : Most Cupid learn to punt, ere he can please? Immortal Juvenal ! and thou of France ! When you're enamour'd of a list of cast, In your fain'd field my Satire dares advance; What can the preacher more to make us chaste: But cuts herself a track to you unknowo ; Can fame, like a repique, the soul entrance ! Nor crops your laurel, but would raise her own: And what is virtue to the lucky chance : | A bold adventure! but a safe one too! Why must strong youths unmarried pine away? For though surpass'd, I am surpass'd by you.' They find no woman disengag'd from play. Why pine the married ? oh severer fate!

SATIRE VII. They find from play no disengag'd-estate.

To the Right Ilonorable Sir Robert Walpole. Flavia, at lovers false untouch'd, and hard, Carmina tum melius, cum venerit Ipse, canemus. Turns pale and trembles at a cruel card. Nor Arria's Bible cao secure her age;

On this last labor, this my closing strain, Her threescore years are shuffling with her page : Smile, Walpole, or the Niue inspire in vain. While death stands by but till the game is done, To thee 'tis due; that verse how justly thine, To sweep that stake in justice long his own ; Where Brunswick's glory crowns the whole Like old cards ting'd with sulphur she takes fire; I design! Or, like snuffs sunk in sockeis, blazes higher. That glory which thy counsels make so bright, Ye gods! with new delights inspire the fair ; That glory which on tbee reflects a light. Or give us sons, and save us from despair! Illustrious commerce, and but rarely known ! Sons, brothers, fathers, husbands, tradesmen, To give and take a lustre from the throne. close

Nor think that thou art foreign 10 my theme; In my complaint, and brand your sins in prose: The fountain is not foreign to the stream. Yet I believe as firmly as my creed,

How all mankind will be surpris'd to see In spite of all our wisdom, you 'll proceed.. This food of British folly charg'd on thee! Our pride so great, our passion is so strong, Yet, Britain, whence this caprice of thy sons, Advice to right confirms us in the wrong. Which thro' their various ranks with fury runs ? I hear you cry, “ This fellow's very odd !". The cause is plain, a cause which we must bless; When you chastise, who would not kiss the rod? For caprice is the daughter of success, But I 've a charm your anger shall control, (A bad effect, but from a pleasing cause) And turn your eyes with coldness on the vole. And gives our rulers undesign'd applause ;

The charm begins! To yonder flood of light Tells how their conduct bids our wealth increase, That bursts o'er gloomy Britain, turn your sight. And lulls us in the downy lap of peace. What guardian pow'r o'erwhelms your soul with! While I survey the blessings of our isle, Her deeds are precepts, her example law. (awe:) Her arts triumphant in the Royal sınile, • Milton. .




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