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Or Sappho at her toilet's greazy task,
With Sappho fragrant at an ev’ning Mask:
So morning Infects that in muck begun,
Shine, buzz, and Ay-blow in the setting-sun.

How soft is Silia! fearful to offend;
The Frail one's advocate, the Weak one's friend :
To her, Calista prov'd her conduct nice; 31
And good Simplicius asks of her advice.
Sudden, she storms! The raves! You tip the wink,
But spare your censure; Silia does not drink.
All eyes may fee from what the change arose, 35

eyes may see-a Pimple on her nose.
Papillia, wedded to her am'rous spark,
Sighs for the shades -"How charming is a Park!”
A Park is purchas’d, but the Fair he sees
All bath'd in tears— “Oh odious, odious Trees!"? :

Ladies, like variegated Tulips, show;
'Tis to their Changes half their charms we owe;

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The' Artemesia talks, by fits,
Of councils, clasics, fathers, wits;

Reads Malbranche, Boyle, and Locke:
Yet in some things, methinks, je fails,
'Twere well if she wou'd pare her nails,

And wear a cleaner smock.
VER. 29 and 37. II. Contrarieties in the Soft-natured, P.

Fine by defect, and delicately weak.
Their happy Spots the nice admirer take,
'Twas thus Calypso once each heart alarm’d, 45
Aw'd without Virtue, without Beauty charm’d;
Her Tongue bewitch'd as odly as her Eyes,
Less Wit than Mimic, more a Wit than wise ;
Strange graces still, and stranger Aights she had,
Was just not ugly, and was just not mad; 59
Yet ne'er so sure our paffion to create,
As when she touch'd the brink of all we hate.

Narcissa's nature, tolerably mild,
To make a walh, would hardly stew a child;
Has ev'n been prov'd to grant a Lover's pray’r, 55
And paid a Tradesman once to make him stare;
Gave alms at Easter, in a Christian trim,
And made a Widow happy, for a whim.

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Ver. 57

NOTES: VER. 45. III. Contrarieties the coarsness of sensuality. in the Cunning and Artful. P. Ver. 53. IV. In the Whim

Ver. 52. As when the fical. P. touch'd the brink of all we hate.]

- in a Chriftian Her charms consisted in the trim,] This is finely expressed, fingular turn of her vivacity; implying that her very charity consequently the stronger the was as much an exterior of exerted this vivacity the more Religion, as the ceremonies of forceable must be her attrac- the season. It was not even in tion. But the point, where it a Christian humour, it was only came to excess, would destroy in a Christian trim. all the delicacy, and expose all

Why then declare Good-nature is her fcorn,
When 'tis by that alone she can be born? 60
Why pique all mortals, yet affect a name?
A fool to Pleasure, yet a slave to Fame:
Now deep in Taylor and the Book of Martyrs,
Now drinking citron with his Grace and Chartres :
Now Conscience chills her, and now Passion burns ;
And Atheism and Religion take their turns ; 66
A very Heathen in the carnal part,
Yet still a fad, good Christian at her heart.

See Sin in State, majestically drunk;
Proud as a Peeress, prouder as a Punk; 70
Chaste to her Husband, frank to all beside,
A teeming Mistress, but a barren Bride.
What then ? let Blood and Body bear the fault,
Her Head's untouch'd, that noble Seat of Thought:
Such this day's doctrine--in another fit

75 She fins with Poets thro'


Love of Wit.


Ver. 77. What has not fir’d&c.] in the MS.

In whose mad brain the mixt ideas roll
Of Tall-boy's breeches, and of Cæsar's soul.


VER. 69. V. In the Lewd and Vicious. P.

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What has not fir'd her bosom or her brain?
Cæsar and Tall-boy, Charles and Charlemaʼne.
As Helluo, late Dictator of the Feast,
The Nose of Hautgout, and the Tip of Taste, 80
Critick'd your wine, and analyz’d your meat,
Yet on plain Pudding deign’d at-home to eat;
So Philomedé, lect’ring all mankind
On the soft Passion, and the Taste refin'd,
Th’Address, the Delicacy-stoops at once,
And makes her hearty meal upon a Dunce.

Flavia's a Wit, has too much sense to Pray;
To Toast our wants and wishes, is her way;
Nor asks of God, but of her Stars, to give
The mighty blessing," while we live, to live.” 90
Then all for Death, that Opiate of the soul!
Lucretia's dagger, Rosamonda's bowl.
Say, what can cause such impotence of mind?
A Spark too fickle, or a Spouse too kind.
Wise Wretch! with Pleasures too refin’d to please;
With too much Spirit to be e'er at ease;

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VER. 87. VI. Contrarieties Opiate of the soul !] See Note in the Witty and Refin'd. P. on ý go. of Ep. to Lord

VER. 89. Nor eks of God, Cobham. but of ber Stars.-- Deaib,


With too much Quickness ever to be taught ;
With too much Thinking to have common Thought;
You purchase Pain with all that Joy can give,
And die of nothing but a Rage to live.

Turn then from Wits; and look on Simo's Mate,
No Ass so meek, no Ass so obstinate.
Or her, that owns her Faults, but never mends,
Because she's honest, and the best of Friends.
Or her, whose life the Church and Scandal 1hare,
For ever in a Passion, or a Pray’r,

Or her, who laughs at Hell, but (like her Grace)
Cries, “Ah! how charming, if there's no such place!”
Or who in sweet vicissitude appears
Of Mirth and Opium, Ratafie and Tears,
The daily Anodyne, and nightly Draught,
To kill those foes to Fair ones, Time and Thought.
Woman and Fool are two hard things to hit;
For true No-meaning puzzles more than Wit.

But what are these to great Atossa's mind? 115
Scarce once herself, by turns all Womankind!



NOTES. Ver. 107. Or her, who place !”] i. e. Her who affects laughs at Hell, but (like her to laugh out of fashion, and Grace)--Cries, Ah! how strives to disbelieve out of charming if there's no such I fear.

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