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Th' exactest traits of body or of mind,

We owe to models of an humble kind.

If Queenaberry to strip there's no compelling,

'Tis from a handmaid we must take a Helen.

From peer or bishop 'tis no easy thing

To draw the man who loves his God or king:

Alas! I copy (or my draught would fail)

-From honest Mah'met, or plain parson Hale.

But grant, in public men sometimes are shown, A woman's seen in private life alone: 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 shame 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.

That, nature gives; and where the lesson taught
Is but to please, can pleasure seem a fault?
Experience this; by man's oppression curst,
They seek the second not to lose the first.

Men, some to business, some to pleasure take;
But every women 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!
Power all their end, but beauty all the means:
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-tim'd 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 public, weary every eye,
Nor leave one sigh behind them when they die.

Pleasures the sex, as children birds, pursue.

Still out of reach yet never out of view;

Sure, if they catch, to spoil the toy at most.

To covet flying, and regret when lost:

At last, to follies youth could scarce defend.

It grows their age's prndence to pretend;

Asham'd to own they gave delight before,

Reduc'd to feign it, when they give no more.

As hags hold sabbaths less for joy than spite,

80 these their merry, miserable night;

Still round and round the ghosts of beunty glide.

And hannt the places where their honour died.
See how the world its veterans rewards!

A youth of frolics, an old-age of cards;

Fair to no purpose, artful to no end,

Young without lovers, old without a friend;

A fop their passion, but their priae a sot;
Alive ridiculous, and dead forgot!

Ah, friend! to dazzle let the vain design;
To raise the thought, and touch the heart, be thine!
That charm shall grow, while what fatigues the ring,
Flannts and goes- down, an unregarded thing:
So when the sun's broad beam has tir'd the sight,
Al i mild ascends the moon's more sober light,
Serene in virgin modesty she shines,
And unobserv'd the glaring orb declines.

O! blest with temper, whose unclonded ray
Can make to morrow cheerful as to day;
She who can love a sister's charms, or hear
Sighs for a danghter with unwounded ear;
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 mistress of herself though cluna fall.

And yet, believe me, good as well as ill.
Woman's at best a contradiction still.

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 blest,
Your love of pleasure, our desire of rest;
Blends, in exception to all general roles,
Your taste of follies with our scorn of fools;
[Reserve with frankness, art with truth ally'd,
Courage with softness, modesty with pride;
Fix*d principles with fancy ever new;
Shakes all together, and produces—yon.

Be this a woman's fame; with this unblest,
Toasts live a scorn, and queens may die a jest.
This Phoebus promis'd (I forget the year)
'When those blue eyes first open'd on the sphere;
Ascendant Phoebus watch'd that hour with care,
Averted half your parents' simple prayer;
And gave you beanty, but deny'd the pelf
That bnys your sex a tyrant o'er itself.
The generous god, who wit and gold refines,
And ripens spirits as he ripens mine,
Kept dross for duchesses, the world shall know it.
To you gave sense, good*humour, and a poet.

Epistxe nr. TO ALLEN, LORD BATHURST.

ARGUMENT.

Of the Use of Riches.

That it is known to few, most felling into one of the extremes, avarice or profusion, ver. 10, Sic. The point discussed, whether the invention of money has been more commodious or pernicious to mankind, ver. 21 to 77. That riches, either to the avaricious or the prodigal, cannot afford happiness, scarcely necessaries, ver. 89 to l60. That avarice is an absolute frenzy, without an end or purpose, ver. 113, &c. 152. Conjectures about the motives of avaricious men, ver. 121 to 153. . That the conduct of men with respect to riches, can only be accounted for by the order of Providence, which works the general good out of extremes, and brings all to its great end by perpetual revolutions, ver. 161 to 178. How a miser acts upon principles which appear to him reasonable, ver. 179. How a prodigal does the same, ver. 199. The true medinm, and true use of riches, ver. SI9. The man of Ross, ver. 250. The fate of the profuse and the covetous, in two examples; both miserable in life and in death, ver. 300, &c. The story of Sir Balaam, ver. 339 to the end.

This Epistle was written after a violent outcry against our anthor, on a supposition that he had ridiculed a worthy nobleman, merely for his wrong taste. He justified himself upon that article in a letter to the Earl of Burlington; at the end of which are these words: * I have learnt that there are some who would rather be wicked than ridiculous: and therefore it may be safer to attack vices than follies. I will therefore leave my betters in the quiet possession of their idols, their groves, and their highplaces; and change my subject from their pride to their meanness, from their vanities to their miseries; and as the only certain way to avoid misconstructions, to lessen offence, and not to multiply ill-natured applications, I may probably in my next make use of real names instead of fictitious ones.'

P.T1THO shall decide when doctors disagree,
". And soundest casuists doubt, like you and
me? . *

You hold the word, from Jove to Momus given,
That man was made the standing jest of Heaven i
And gold but sent to keep the fools in play,
For some to heap and some to throw away.

But I, who think more highly of our kind
(And, surely, Heaven and I are of a mind).
Opine, that nature, as in duty bound,
Deep hid the shining mischief under ground:
But when, by man's andacious labour won,
Flam'd forth this rival to its sire, the sun,
Then careful Heaven supply'd two sorts of men,
To squander these, and those to hide again.

Like doctors thus, when much dispute has past.
We find our tenets just the same at last:
Both fairly owmng riches, in effect,
No grace of Heaven, or token of th' elect;

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