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If Queensberry to strip there's no compelling,
But grant, in public men sometimes are shown, A woman's seen in private life alone:
200 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 shade 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, Che love of pleasure, and the love of sway. . 210 That nature gives; and where the lesson taught [s but to please, can pleasure scem a fault? Experience, this; by man's oppression cursed, They seek the second not to lose the first.
Men, some to business, some to pleasure take; But every woman 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: 220 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-timed 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. 230
Pleasures the sex, as children birds pursuo,
240 Still round and round the ghosts of beauty glide, And haunt the places where their honour died.
Sce how the world its veterans rewards!
Ah, friend! to dazzle let the vain design:
thine! That charm shall grow, while what fatigues the
0! bless'd with temper, whose unclouded ray
Spleen, vapours, or small-pox, above them all,
And yet, believe me, good as well as ill,
ourage with softness, modesty with pride; Fix'd principles with fancy ever new; Shakes all together, and produces--you. 280
Be this a woman's fame; with this unbless'd,
29C Kept dross for duchesses, the world shall know it, To you gave sense, good-humour, and a poet.
of the Use of Riches. That it is known to few, most falling into one of the 77. That riches, either to the avaricious or the pro. digal, cannot afford happiness, scarcely necessaries ver. 89 to 100. That avarice is an absolute frenzy without an end or purpose, ver. 113, &c. 152. Conjec. tures about the motives of avaricious men, ver. 121 tc 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 medium, and true use of riches, ver. 219. 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.
cxtremes, avarice or profusion, ver. 1, &c. The point discussed, whether the invention of money has been more cominodious or pernicious to mankind, ver. 21 to
This epistle was written after a very violent outcry against our author, 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 high-places, and change my subject from their pride to their meanness, from their vanities to their miseries; and as the only cer tain 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 oues.'
P. Who 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: 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 10 But when, by man's audacious labour won, Flamed forth this rival to its sire the sun, Then careful Heaven supplied two sorts of men, To squander these, and those to hide again.
Like doctors thus, when much dispute has pass'd, We find our tenets just the same at last : Both fairly owning riches, in effect, No grace of Heaven, or token of the elect: Given to the fool, the mad, the vain, the evil, To Ward, to Waters, Chartres, and the devil. 20
B. What nature wants, commodious gold bestows: Tis thus we eat the bread another sows.
P. But how unequal it bestows, observe;
B. Trade it may help, society extend :
P. But bribes a senate, and the land 's betray'd.