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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
Men, some to business, some to pleasure take;
Yet mark the fate of a whole sex of queens!
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.
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;
Ah, friend! to dazzle let the vain design;
O! blest with temper, whose unclonded ray
And yet, believe me, good as well as ill.
Heaven, when it strives to polish all it can
Be this a woman's fame; with this unblest,
Epistxe nr. TO ALLEN, LORD BATHURST.
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,
You hold the word, from Jove to Momus given,
But I, who think more highly of our kind
Like doctors thus, when much dispute has past.