"No, let a charming Chintz, and Bruffels' lace "Wrap my cold limbs, and fhade my lifeless face : "One would not, fure, be frightful when one's dead— "And-Betty-give this Cheek a little red." The courtier fmooth, who forty years had fhin'd An humble fervant to all human kind, Jut brought out this, when scarce his tongue could stir, "If-where I'm going-I could serve you Sir? I give and I devise (old Euclio faid, And figh'd) 66 my lands and tenements to Ned." Your money, Sir?" My money, Sir, what all? "Why, - if I must-(then wept) I give it Paul." The Manor, Sir?- The Manor! hold, he cry'd, "Not that,-—I cannot part with that”—and dy’d. And you! brave COBHAM, to the latest breath, Shall feel your ruling paffion ftrong in death: Such in those moments as in all the past, "Oh, fave-my Country, Heaven!" fhall be your last. G ? Of the characters of Women (confider'd only as contra-diftinguished from the other Sex.) That these are yet more inconfiftent and incomprehenfible than thofe of Men, of which inftances are given even from fuch characters as are plainest, and most ftrongly mark'd; as in the Affected, v. 7. &c. The Soft-natur'd ver. 29. The Cunning, v. 45. The Whimsical, v. 53. The Wits and Refiners, v. 87. The Stupid and Silly, v, 101. run thro' them all. How contrarieties But tho' the particular characters of this Sex are more various than thofe of Men, the general characteriftic, as to the Ruling paffion, is more uniform and confin'd. In what that lies, and whence it proceeds, ver. 205, &c. Men are best known in public life, Woman in private, ver. 207. What are the aims and the fate of the fex, both as to power and pleasure? ver. 219, 231, &c. Advice for their true interest, 249 The picture of an esteemable wo man, made up of the best kind of contraricties, v. 269. &c. NOTHING fo true as what you once let fall, "Moft Women have no Characters at all." Matter too foft a lafting mark to bear, If Folly grow romantic, I must paint it. Come then, the colours and the ground prepare! Dip in the Rainbow, trick her off in Air; Chufe a firm cloud, before it fall, and in it Catch, ere the change, the Cynthia of this minute. Rufa, whofe eye quick-glancing o'er the Park, Attracts each light gay meteor of a Spark, Agrees as ill with Rufa ftudying Locke, As Sappho's diamonds with her dirty fmock; Or Sappho at her toilet's greafy task, The frail one's advocate, the weak one's friend. Sighs for the fhades A park is purchas'd, All bath'd in tears "How charming is a Park !" but the fair he fees "Oh odious, odious Trees!" Ladies, like variegated tulips, fhow; "Tis to their changes half their charms we owe; Their happy fpots the nice admirer take. As when the touch'd the brink of all we hate. To make a wash, would hardly stew a child; Has even been prov'd to grant a lover's prayer, Yet ftill a fad, good Christian at her heart. She fins with Poets thro' pure love of Wit. The Nofe of Haut-gout, and the the Tip of Taste, On the foft paffion, and the Tafte refin'd, |