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But I hate to be cheated, and never will buy
Long years of repentance for moments of joy.
Oh! was there a man (but where shall I find
Good sense and good-nature so equally join'd ?)
Would value his pleasure, contribute to mine ;
Not meanly would boast, nor lewdly design,
Not over severe, yet not stupidly vain,
For I would have the power, though not give the pain.
No pedant, yet learned; not rake-helly gay,
Or laughing because he has nothing to say;
To all my whole sex obliging and free,
Yet never be fond of any but me;
In public preserve the decorum that's just,
And shew in his eyes he is true to his trust;
Then rarely approach, and respectfully bow,
But 'not fulsomely pert, nor foppishly low.
But when the long hours of public are past,
And we meet with champagne and a chicken at last,
May every fond pleasure that moment endear ;
Be banih'd afar both discretion and fear! . .
Forgetting or scorning the airs of the crowd,
He may cease to be formal, and I to be proud,
'Till lost in the joy, we confefs that we live,
And he may be rude, and yet I may forgive.
| And that my delight may be solidly fix'd,
Let the friend and the lover be handsomely mix’d,
In whose tender bosom my soul may confide,
Whose kindness can sooth me, whose counsel can guide.
From such a dear lover, as here I describe,
No danger should fright me, no millions should bribe ;
But 'till this astonishing creature I know,
As I long have liv'd chaste, I will keep myself fo.
I never will share with the wanton coquet,
Or be caught by a vain affectation of wit.
The toasters and fongsters may try all their art,
But never shall enter the pass of my heart.
I loath the lewd rake, the dress’d fopling despise :
Before such pursuers the nice virgin fies :
And as Ovid has sweetly in parables told,
We harden like trees, and like rivers grow cold.
The L A DY's Reso. L V E.
W H ILST thirst of praise, and vain desire of fame,
In every age, is every woman's aim;
With courtship pleas’d, of filly toasters proud,
Fond of a train, and happy in a crowd;
On each poor fool bestowing some kind glance,
Each conqueft owing to some loose advance ;
While vain coquets affect to be pursu'd,
And think they're virtuous, if not grossly lewd:
Let this great maxim be my virtue's guide ;
In part she is to blame that has been try'd
He comes too near that comes to be deny'd.
W HILST pretty fellows think a woman's fame
" In every state and every age the same;
With their own folly pleas'd the fair they toast,
And where they least are happy, swear they're most;
No difference making 'twixt coquet and prude;
And her that feems, yet is not really lewd;
While thus they think, and thus they vainly live,
And taste no joys but what their fancies give :
Let this great maxim be my action's guide, 7
May I ne'er hope, though I am ne'er deny'd ;
Nor think a woman won, that's willing to be try'd. :)
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.. By the Same. L OW happy you! who varied joys pursue ; 1 And every hour presents you something new! Plans, schemes, and models, all Palladio's art, For fix long months have gain'd upon your heart ;
Of colonades, of corridores you talk,
The winding stair-case and the cover'd walks
You blend the orders with Vitruvian toil,
And raise with wond'rous joy the fancy'd pile :
But the dull workman's Now performing hand
But coldly executes his lord's command.
With dirt and mortar soon you grow displeas'd,
Planting succeeds, and avenues are rais’d,
Canals are cut, and mountains level made ;
Bowers of retreat, and galleries of shade; !
The shaven turf presents a lively green;
The bordering flow'rs in mystic knots are seen:
With studied art on nature you refine :
The spring beheld you warm in this design,
But scarce the cold attacks your fav'rite trees,
Your inclination fails, and wishes freeze.
You quit the grove, so lately you admir'd;
With other views your eager hopes are fir’d,
Post to the city you direct your way;
Not blooming paradise could bribe your stay :
Ambition shews you power's brightest side ;
'Tis meanly poor in folitude to hide.
Though.certain pains attend the cares of state,
A good man owes his country to be great i