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That charm shall grow, while what fatigues the
ring, Flaunts and goes down, an unregarded thing: So when the sun's broad beam has tired the
O! bless'd with temper, whose unclouded ray
And yet, believe me, good as well as ill, Woman's at best a contradiction still.
270 Heaven, when it strives to polish all it can Its last, best work, but forms a softer man; Picks from each sex, to make the favorite bless'd, Your love of pleasure, our desire of rest; Blends, in exception to all general rules, Your taste of follies with our scorn of fools; Reserve with frankness, art with truth allied, Courage with softness, modesty with pride; Fix'd principles, with fancy ever new; Shakes all together, and produces- you.
Be this a woman's fame: with this unbless’d,
281 Be this a woman's fame. “In conclusion,' says Warburton, boldly, the great moral from both those Epistles together, is that the two rarest things in all nature are, a disinterested man, and a reasonable woman.'
It was justly a favorite doctrine of Pope, that the evils of nature, and the errors of man, are convertible by Providence into the instruments of general good. In this Epistle he takes the peculiar instance of the abuses of wealth, and labors to prove that even the absurdities of avarice are capable of being turned into general utility. From the abuses he turns to the capabilities; and shows, in the character of the Man of Ross, the power of humble means directed by active virtue.