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Nor W mds, when first; yovir flqrid ;Orchard blows.
Shake the light*Blossorps f?pm theiir t?lastedBoughs! ,

,. This when the various-God had urg'd in. vain, I
He strait aflum'd his I^ative Form again; ,• .
Suqlvand so bright an Aspect now he bears,,
As when thro' Clouds th'-emerging Sun appears,
And thence exerting his refulgent Ray,
Djspgls {he Darkness an4 reveals the-Day.
Force he prepaid, but eheck'd therash Design*
Forr when, appearing in a Form Diving:
The Nymph survey'd him, and beheld the Grace
Of charming Features and a youthful Face,
A sudden, Passion in her Breast did move,
Aftd the warm Maid eonfess'd a mutual Juqve*

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His Heart, his Mistress and his Friend didlhare;
His Time, the Muse, the Witty, and the Fair,
Thus wifely careless, innocently-gay*
Chearful, he pky'd the Trifle, JUfe, away,
fTill Death scarce felt did o'er his Pleasures creep,
As smilkig Infants sport themselves to Seep:
Ev'n Rival Wits did Fbiture's Fate deplore,
And the Gay mourtfdwfeo n^efjpourn'd before;
The truest Hearts for Voitare heaVd with Sighs;
Voiture was wept by all the brightest Eyes;
5Th« Smiles and Loves had dy'd\tiVoiiure\ Death
But that for ever ro his Lines they breath.

Let the M&fAfe of graver Mortals beP"'
Along, exact, and serious Comedy,
In ev'ry Scene some fjtbtal let it teach,
And, if it can? ar once both Please and Preach:


Let mine, like Vaiture\ a gey Farce appear,
And more Diverting still than Regular,
Have Humour, Wk, a native Ease and Grace?
No matter for the Rules of Time and Place. -
Criticks in "Wit*, - or t^se, are hard to please,
Few write to those, and none can live to these.

Too much your Sex is by their Forms confin\f,

Severe to all, but most to Womankind; •_ .,


Custom, grown blind with Age, must be your
Your Pleasure is a Vice, but not your Pride? J
By nature yielding, stubborn but for Fame*:
MadeSlaves by Honour,and madeFools byShame.
Marriage may all those petty Tyrants chace,
But sets up One, a greater, in their Fface-;
Well might you wish for Change, by those accurst,
3ut tlie last Tyrant ever proves the wofft.-


Still in Constraint your suffering Sex remains,
Or bound in formal, or in real Chains;
Whole Years neglected for some Months ador'd,

e fawning servant turns a haughty Lord;
Ah quit not the free Innocence of Life!
For .the. dull Glory of a virtuous Wife!
Nor let false Shows, or empty Titles please;
Aim not at Joy, but rest content with Ease,

The Gods, to curse Pamela with her PrayVs, Gave the gilt Coach and dappled Flanders Mares, The shining Robes, rich Jewels, Beds of State, And to compleat her Bliss, a Fool for Mate. She glares in Balls, front-boxes, and the Ring, A vain, unquiet, glitt'ring, wretched Thing! Pride,Pomp,and State but reach her outwardPart, She sighs, and is no Dulchefs at her Heart.


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