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In vain th' observer eyes the builder's toil, 220
In this one passion man can strength enjoy,
Old politicians chew on wisdom past,
230 As suber Lanesborow dancing in the gout.
Behold a reverend sire, whom want of grace
A salmon's belly, Helluo, was thy fate;
Mercy!' cries Helluo,' mercy on my soul ! 240 Is there no hope ?--Alas then bring the jole.'
The frugal crone, whom praying priests attend,
• Odious ! in woollen ! 'twould a saint provoke,' Were the last words that poor Narcissa spoke; • No, let a charming chintz and Brussels lace Wrap my cold limbs, and shade my lifeless face : One would not, sure, be frightful when one's dead And-Betty-give this cheek a little red.' 25L
The courtier smooth, who forty years had shined An humble servant to all human-kind, Just brought out this, when scarce his tongue could *If-where I'm going--I could serve you, sir! (stir,
I give and I devise,' old Euclio said, And sigh'd, my lands and tenements to Ned. Your money, sir ?–My money, sir, what all? Why,-If I must-then wept, ' I give it Paul.' .The manor, sir ? — The manor! hold,' he cried, 260 Not that I cannot part with that, -and died.
And you ! brave Cobham, to the latest breath,
TO A LADY.
of the Characters of Women. That the particular characters of women are not so strongly marked as those of men, seldom so fixed, and still more inconsistent with themselves, ver. 1, &c. Instances of contrarieties given, even from such characters as are more strongly marked, and seemingly, therefore, most consistent: as, 1. In the affected.-2. In the soft-natured.-3. In the cunning and artful.-4. In the whimsical.-3. In the lewd and vicious.-C. In the witty and refined.-7. In the stupid and simple, ver. 21 to 207. The former part having shewn that the particular characters of women are more various than those of men, it is nevertheless observed that the general characteristic of the sex, as to the ruling passion, is more uniform, ver. 207. This is occasioned partly by their nature, partly by their education, and in some degree by necessity, ver. 211. What are the aims and the fate of this sex:-1. As to power.-2. As to pleasure, ver. 219.-Advice for their true interest.--The picture of an estimable woman, with the best kiud of contrarieties, ver. 249 to the end.
There is nothing in Mr. Pope's works more highly finished than this epistle ; yet its success was in no proportion to the pains ho took in composing it. Something he chazced to drop in a short advertisement prefixed to it on its first pub. lication, may, perhaps, account for the small attention given, to it. He said that no one character in it was drawn from the life. The public believed him on his word, and expressed little curiosity about a satire, in which there was nothing personal. NOTHING so true as what you once let fall,
Most women have no characters at all.'
How many pictures of one nymph we view,
Here Fannia, leering on her own good man,
Come then, the colours and the ground prepare !
Rufa, whose eye, quick glancing o'er the park,
How soft is Silia! fearful to offend;
Papilia, wedded to her amorous spark, Sighs for the shades—How charming is a park !' A park is purchased, but the fair he sees All bathed in tears—Oh odious, odious trees!' 40
Ladies, like variegated tulips, shew,
Yet ne'er so sure our passion to create,
Narcissa's nature, tolerably mild,
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 untnuch'd, that noble seat of thought : Such this day's doctrine-in another fit She sins with poets through pure love of wit. What has not fired her bosum or her brain ? Cæsar and Tall-boy, Charles and Charlemagne. As Helluo, late dictator of the feast, The nose of haut-gout, and the tip of taste,
80 Critiqued your wine, and analyzed your meat, Yet on plain pudding deign'd at home to eat: So Philomedé, lecturing all mankind On the soft passion, and the taste refined, The 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?
110 The daily anodyne, and nightly draught, To kill those foes to fair-ones, time and thought. Woman and fool are too hard things to hit: For true no-meaning puzzles more than wit.
But what are those to great Atossa's mind? Scarce once herself, by turns all womankind ! Who, with herself, or others, from her birth Finds all her life one warfare upon earth : Shines in exposing knaves and painting fools, Yet is whate'er she hates and ridicules.
120 No thought advances, but her eddy brain Whisks it about, and down it goes again. Full sixty years the world has been her trade, The wisest fool much time has ever made. From loveless youth to unrespected age, No passion gratified, except her rage : So much the fury still outran the wit, The pleasure miss'd her, and the scandal hit. Who breaks with her, provokes revenge from hell, But he's a bolder man who dares be well.
130 Her every turn with violence pursued, Nor more a storm her hate than gratitude: To that each passion turns, or soon or late ; Love, if it makes her yield, must make her hate :