XXVII. The little Leila, with her orient eyes, And taciturn Asiatic disposition (Which saw all western things with small surprise, To the surprise of people of condition, Who think that novelties are butterflies, To be pursued as food for inanition), Her charming figure and romantic history, Became a kind of fashionable mystery. XXVIII. The women much divided-as is usual Amongst the sex, in little things or great. Think not, fair creatures, that I mean to abuse you all I have always liked you better than I state: Since I've grown moral, still I must accuse you all Of being apt to talk at a great rate; And now there was a general sensation Amongst you, about Leila's education. Moreover, I've remark'd (and I was once That ladies, in their youth a little gay, While the harsh prude indemnifies her virtue, By railing at the unknown and envied passion, Seeking far less to save you than to hurt you, Or, what's still worse, to put you out of fashion; The kinder veteran with kind words will court you, Entreating you to pause before you dash on; Expounding and illustrating the riddle Of epic Love's beginning, end, and middle. XLVI. Now, whether it be thus, or that they're stricter The world by experience rather than by lecture, Turn out much better for the Smithfield Show Of vestals, brought into the marriage mart, Than those bred up by prudes, without a heart. XLVII. I said that Lady Pinchbeck had been talk'd about And who has not, if female, young, and pretty? But now no more the ghost of scandal stalk'd about: She merely was deem'd amiable and witty: And several of her best bon-mots were hawk'd about. Then she was given to charity and pity; And pass'd (at least the latter years of life) For being a most exemplary wife. |