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Or Sappho at her toilet's greazy task, 25
With Sappho fragrant at an ev’ning Mask:
So morning Insects that in muck begun,
Shine, buzz, and fly-blow in the setting-fun.
How soft is Silia! fearful to offend

The frail one's advocate, the Weak one's friend.
To her, Calista prov'd her conduct nice; 31
And good Simplicius asks of her advice.
Sudden, she storms! she raves! You tip the wink,
But spare your censure; Silia does not drink.
All eyes may see from what the change arose, 35

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;

Tho' Artemisia talks, by fits,
Of councils, claffics, Fathers, wits;

Reads Malbranche, Boyle, and Locke :
Yet in some things, methinks, she fails,
'Twere well, if the wou'd pare her nails,

And wear a cleaner smock.
Ver. 29 and 37. II. Contrarieties in the Soft-rat::.. P.

Fine by defect, and delicately weak,
Their happy Spots the nice admirer take.
'Twas thus Calypso once each heart alarm'd,

Aw'd without Virtue, without Beauty charm’d;
Her Tongue bewitch'd as odly as her Eyes,
Lefs Wit than Mimic, more a Wit than wise ;
Strange graces still, and stranger flights she had,
Was just not ugly, and was just not mad; 50
Yet ne'er so sure our passion to create,
As when the touch'd the brink of all we hatę.

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,
When 'tis by that alone she can be born? бо
Why pique all mortals, yet affect a name?
A fool to Pleasure, yet a flave to Fame:
Now deep in Taylor and the Book of Martyrs,
Now drinking Citron with his Grace and Chartres:
Now Conscience chills her, and now Passion burns;
And Atheism and Religion take their turns; 66
A very Heathen in the carnal part,
Yet still a fad, good Christian at her heart.

See Sin in State, majestically drunk ;
Proud as a Peeress, prouder as a Punk ;
Chaste to her Husband, frank to all beside,
A teeming Mistress, but a barren Bride.
What then? let Blood and Body bear the fault,
Her Head's untouch'd, that noble Seat of Thought:
Such this day's doctrine---in another fit 75
She sins with Poets thro'


Love of Wit.

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Ver. 77. What has not fir'd &c.] in the MS,

In whose mad brain the mixt ideas roll
Of Tall-boy's breeches, and of Cæsar's soul.

VER, 69. V. In the Lewd and Vicious, P.

What has not fir'd her bosom or her brain ?


Cæsar and Tall-boy, Charles and Charlema’ne.
As Helluo, late Dictator of the Feast,
The Nose of Hautgout and the Tip of Taste, so
Critiqu’d your wine, and analyz'd your meat,
Yet on plain Pudding deign'd at-home to eat:
So Philomedé, lect'ring all mankind
On the soft Paffion, and the Taste refin'd,
Th’Address, the Delicacy---stoops at once,
And makes her hearty meal upon a Dunce.

Flavia's a Wit, has too much sense to Pray;
To toast our wants and wishes, is her way;
Nor asks of God, but of her Stars, to give
The mighty blessing, « while we live, to live.”

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.

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