Within the Wreath arose a radiant Crown; A Veil pellucid hung depending down; Flow'd to the Fect; to copy Venus Air, The new fprungCreature finifh'd thus for Harms, Adjusts her Habit, practises her Charms, With Blushes glows, or fhines with lively Smiles, Confirms her Will, or recollects her Wiles: Then conscious of her Worth, with eafy Pace Glides by the Glass, and turning views her Face. A finer Flax than what they wrought before, Thro' Time's deep Cave the Sifter Fates explore, Then Then fix the Loom, their Fingers nimbly weave, And thus their Toil prophetick Songs deceive. Flow from the Rock my Flax! and swiftly flow, Pursue thy Thread; the Spindle runs below. A Creature fond and changing, fair and vain, The Creature Woman, rifes now to reign. New Beauty blooms, a Beauty form'd to fly; New Love begins, a Love produc'd to dye; New Parts diftrefs the troubled Scenes of Life, The fondling Miftrefs, and the ruling Wife. Men, born to Labour, all with Pains provide ; Women have Time, to facrifice to Pride: They want the Care of Man,their Want they know, And make a Servant where they meet a Friend, Thus Thus in a thousand wax-erected Forts A loytering Race the painful Bee fupports, Yet here and there we grant a gentle Bride, TA Thus fung the Sifters, while the Gods admire Their beauteous Creature, made for Man in Ire; The The young Pandora fhe, whom all contend With wafting Airs the Winds obfequious blow, (The Present treach'rous, but the Bearer more) 'Twas fraught withPangs; for Jove ordain'd above, That Gold fhou'd aid, and Pangs attend on Love. Her gay Defcent the Man perceiv'd afar, He calls her Nymph, and ev'ry Nymph by turns. Her Or fwears that Venus must be such as hers. She, proud to rule, yet ftrangely fram'd to teize, Neglects his Offers while her Airs fhe plays, Shoots fcornful Glances from the bended Frown, In brisk Disorder trips it up and down, Then hums a careless Tune to lay the Storm, And fits, and blufhes, fmiles, and yields, in Form. "Now take what Jove defign'd (fhe foftly cry'd) "This box thy Portion, and my felf thy Bride:" Fir'd with the Profpect of the double Charms, He fnatch'd the Box, and Bride, with eager Arms. Unhappy Man! to whom fo bright fhe fhone, The fatal Gift, her tempting felf, unknown! The Winds were filent, all the Waves asleep, And Heav'n was. trac'd upon the flatt'ring Deep; But |