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Or Sappho at her toilet's greazy task, 25
eyes may see---a Pimple on her nose. Papillia, wedded to her am'rous spark, Sighs for the shades---- How charming is a Park !" A Park is purchas'd, but the Fair he fees All bath'd in tears---" Oh odious, odious Trees!”
Ladies, like variegated Tulips, show ; 41 'Tis to their Changes half their charms we owe;
Reads Malbranche, Boyle, and Locke :
And wear a cleaner smock.
Fine by defect, and delicately weak,
Narcisla’s nature, tolerably mild, To make a wash, would hardly stew a child; Has ev'n been prov'd to grant a Lover's pray'r, 55 And paid a Tradesman once to make him stare; Gave alms at Easter, in a Christian trim, And made a Widow happy, for a whim.
NOTES VER. 45. III. Contrarieties in the Cunning and Artful. P,
VER. 52. As when she touch'd the brink of all we hate.] Her charms consisted in the fingular turn of her vivacity; consequently the stronger she exerted this vivacity the more forcible must be her attraction. But the point, where it came to excess, would destroy all the delicacy, and expose all the coarsness of sensuality
VER. 53. IV. In the Whimsical. P.
Ver. 57.-- in a Christian irim, ] This is finely expressed, implying that her very charity was as much an exterior of Religion, as the ceremonies of the season. It was not even in a Christian humour, it was only in a Chrißian trim,
Why then declare Good-nature is her scorn,
See Sin in State, majestically drunk ;
Love of Wit.
In whose mad brain the mixt ideas roll
What has not fir'd her bosom or her brain ?
Cæsar and Tall-boy, Charles and Charlema’ne.
Flavia's a Wit, has too much sense to Pray;
90 Then all for Death, that Opiate of the soul! Lucretia's dagger, Rosamonda's bowl. Say, what can cause such impotence of mind? A Spark too fickle, or a Spouse too kind. Wise Wretch! with pleasures too refin’d to please; With too much Spirit to be e'er at ease;
Ver. 87. Contrarieties in the Witty and Refin'd. P.
VER. 89. Nor asks of God, but of her Stars.--Death, that Opiate of the foul!] See Note on x go. of Ep. to Lord Cobham,
With too much Quickness ever to be taught; With too much Thinking to have common Thought: You purchase Pain with all that Joy can give, And die of nothing but a Rage to live.
Turn then from Wits; and look on Simo'sMate, No Ass fo meek, no Ass so obstinate. Or her, that owns her Faults, but never mends, Because she's honest, and the best of Friends. Or her, whose life the Church and Scandal share, For ever in a Passion, or a Pray’r.
106 Or her, who laughs at Hell, but (like her Grace) Cries, “Ah! how charming, if there's no such place!” Or who in sweet viciffitude
appears Of Mirth and Opium, Ratafie and Tears, The daily Anodyne, and nightly Draught, To kill those foes to Fair ones, Time and Thought. Woman and Fool are two hard things to hit; For true No-meaning puzzles more than Wit. But what are these to great Atoffa's mind?
115 Scarce once herself, by turns all Womankind!
NOTES. VER. 107. Or her, who laughs at Hell, but (like her Grace) -Cries, “'Ah! bow charming, if there's no such ploce!"'] i. c. Her who affects to laugh out of fashion, and strives to disbeliere out of fear.