Ev'n now, observant of the parting Ray,
Eyes the calm Sun-fet of thy Various Day,

Thro' Fortune's Cloud One truly Great can fee,

Nor fears to tell, that MORTIMER is He.

Sept. 25.
1721.

A. POPE.

HESIOD

HESIOD:

OR, THЕ

Rife of WOMAN.

HERIOD:

HESIOD:

OR, THE

Rife of WOMAN.

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WHAT antient

HAT antient Times (thofe Times we

Have left on long Record of Woman's Rife,

What Morals teach it, and what Fables hide,

What Author wrote it, how that Author dy'd,

All these I fing. In Greece they fram'd the Tale
(In Greece, 'twas thought, a Woman might be frail)
Ye modern Beauties! where the Poet drew
His fofteft Pencil, think he dreamt of you;
And warn'd by him, ye wanton Pens, beware
How Heav'n's concern'd to vindicate the Fair.
The Cafe was Hesiod's; he the Fable writ;
Some think with Meaning, some with idle Wit:
Perhaps 'tis either, as the Ladies please;
I wave the Contest, and commence the Lays.

In days of yore, (no matter where or when, 'Twas e're the low Creation swarm'd with Men) That one Prometheus, sprung of heav'nly Birth, (Our Author's Song can witness) liv'd on Earth. He carv'd the Turf to mold a manly Frame, And stole from Jove his animating Flame.

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