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Who, with herself, or others, from her birth,
Pictures, like these, dear madam, to design, 150 Asks no firm hand, and no unerring line; Some wandering touches, some reflected light, Some flying stroke alone can hit them right:
For how should equal colours do the knack?
'Yet Chloe sure was form’d without a spot.'Nature in her then err'd not, but forgot.
With every pleasing, every prudent part, Say, what can Chloe want?-She wants a heart. 166 She speaks, behaves, and acts just as she ought; But never, never reach'd one generous though Virtue she finds too painful an endeavour, Content to dwell in decencies for ever. So very reasonable, so unmoved, As never yet to love, or to be loved. She, while her lover pants upon her breast, Can mark the figures on an Indian chest; And when she secs her friend in deep despair Observes how much a chintz exceeds mohair. 170 Forbid i', Heaven, a favour or a debt She e'er should cancel-but she may forget. Safe is your secret still in Chloe's ear; But none of Chloe's shall you ever hear. Of all her dears she never slander'd one, But cares not if a thousand are undone. Would Chloe know if you're alive or dead ? Slie bids her footman put it in her head. Chloe is prudent-Would you too be wise? Then never break your heart when Chloe dies. 186
One certain portrait may (I grant) be seen, Which Heaven has varnish'd out, and made a queen The same for ever! and described by all With truth and goodness, as with crown and ball. Poets heap virtues, painters gems at will, And show their zeal, and hide their want of skill. 'Tis well--but artists! who can paint or write, To draw the naked is your true delight. That robe of quality so struts and swells, None see what parts of nature it conceals: 190 The exactest traits of body or of mind, We owe to models of an humble kind.
If Queensberry to strip there's no compelling,
But grant, in public men sometimes are shown, A woman's seen in private life alone :
200 Our bolder talents in full light display'd, Your virtues open fairest in the shade. Bred to disguise, in public 'tis you hide; There, none distinguish 'twixt your shade or pride, Weakness or delicacy; all so nice, That each may seem a virtue or a vice.
In men we various ruling passions find; In women, two almost divide the kind : Those, only fix'd, they first or last obey, The love of pleasure, and the love of sway. 210 That nature gives; and where the lesson taught Is but to please, can pleasure scem a fault? Experience, this; by man's oppression cursed, They seek the second not to lose the first.
Men, some to business, some to pleasure take; But every woman is at heart a rake: Men, some to quiet, some to public strife, But every lady would be queen for life.
Yet mark the fate of a whole sex of queens! Puwer all their end, but beauty all the means: 220 In youth they conquer with so wild a rage, As leaves them scarce a subject in their age : For foreign glory, foreign joy, they roam; No thought of peace or happiness at home. But wisdom's triumph is well-timed retreat, As hard a science to the fair as great! Beauties, like tyrants, old and friendless grown, Yet hate repose, and dread to be alone; Worn out in pul weary every eye, Nor leave one sigh behind them when they die. 230
Pleasures the sex, as children birds pursue
246 Still round and round the ghosts of beauty glide, And haunt the places where their honour died.
Sce how the world its veterans rewards!
Ah, friend! to dazzle let the vain design:
250 That charm shall
while what fatigues the ring, Flaunts and goes down, an unregarded thing : So when the sun's broad beam has tired the sight, All mild ascends the moon's more sober light, Serene in virgin modesty she shines, And unobserved the glaring orb declines.
0! bless'd with temper, whose unclouded ray Can make to-morrow cheerful as to-day; She who can love a sister's charms, or hear Sighs for a daughter, with unwounded ear; 260 She who ne'er answers till a husband cools; Or, if she rules him, never shows she rules; Charms by accepting, by submitting sways, Yet has her humour most when she obeys; Let fops or fortune fly which way they will, Disdains all loss of tickets or codille;
Spleen, vapours, or small-pox, above them all,
And yet, believe me, good as well as ill,
270 Heaven when it strives to polish all it can Its last best work, but forms a softer man; Picks from each sex, to make the favourite bless'd, Your love of pleasure, our desire of rest; Blends in exception to all general rules, Your taste of follies, with our scorn of fools ; Reserve with frankness, art with truth allied, Courage with softness, modesty with pride; Fix'd principles with fancy ever new; Shakes all together, and produces-you.
280 Be this a woman's fame; with this unbless'd, Toasts live a scorn, and queens may die a jest. This Phebus promised, (I forget the year,) When those blue eyes first opend on the sphere; Ascendant Phæbus watch'd that hour with care, Averted half your parents' simple prayer; And gave you beauty, but denied the pelf That buys your sex a tyrant o'er itself. The generous god, who wit and gold refines, And ripens spirits as he ripens mines,
290 Kept dross for duchesses, the world shall know it, To you gave sense, good-humour, and a poet.
TO ALLEN, LORD BATHURST.
of the Use of Riches. That it is known to few, most falling into one of the
extremes, avarice profusion, ver. 1, &c. The point discussed, whether the invention of money has been more commodious or pernicious to mankind, ver. 21 to