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As Helluo, late dictator of the feast,
Flavia's a wit, has too much sense to pray;
Who, with herself, or others, from her birth,
150 Asks no firm hand, and no unerring line ; Some wandering touches, some reflected light, Some fiyin, stroke alone can hit diem righi :
For how should equal colours do the knack?
'Yet Chloe sure was form'd without a spot.' --Nature in her then err'd not, but forgot."
With every pleasing, every prudent part, Say, what can Chloe want?-She wants a heart. 160 She speaks, behaves, and acts just as she ought; But never, never reach'd one generous though Virtue she finds too painful an endeavour, Content to dwell in decencies for ever.
isonable, so unmoved, As never yet to love, or to be loved. She, while her lover pants upon her breast, Can mark the figures on an Indian chest; And when she secs her friend in deep despair, Observes how much a chintz exceeds mohair. 170 Forbid i', Heaven, a favour or a debt She e'er should cancel--but she may forget. Safe is your secret still in Chloe's ear; But none of Chloe's shall you ever hear. Of all her dears she never slander'd one, But cares not if a thousand are undone. Would Chloe know if you're alive or dead ? Slie bids her footman put it in her head. Chloe is prudent-Would you too be wise? Then never break your heart when Chloe dies. 180
One certain portrait may (I grant) be seen, Which Heaven has varnish'd out, and made a queen: The same for ever! and described by all With truth and goodness, as with crown and ball. Poets heap virtues, painters gems at will, And show their zeal, and hide their want of skill. 'Tis well-but artists! who can paint or write, To draw the naked is your true delight. That robe of quality so struts and swells, None see what parts of nature it conceals: 190 The exactest traits of body or of mind, We owe to models of an humble kind.
İf Queensberry to strip there's no compelling,
But grant, in public men sometinies are shown, A woman's seen in private life alone :
200 Our bolder talents in full light display'd, Your virtues open fairest in the shade. Bred to disguise, in public 'tis you hide ; There, none distinguish 'twixt your shade or pride, Weakness or delicacy; all so nice, That each may seem a virtue or a vice.
In men we various ruling passions find; In women, iwo almost divide the kind : Those, only fix'd, they first or last obey, The love of pleasure, and the love of sway. 210 That nature gives; and where the lesson taught Is but to please, can pleasure seem a fault? Experience, this ; by man's oppression cursed, They seek the second not to lose the first.
Men, some to business, some to pleasure take; But every woman is at heart a rake: Men, some to quiet, some to public strife, But every lady would be queen for life.
Yet mark the fate of a whole sex of queens ! Power all their end, but beauty all the means: 220 In youth they conquer with so wild a rage, As leaves them scarce a subject in their age : For foreign glory, foreign joy, they roam; No thought of peace or happiness at home. But wisdom's triumph is well-timed retreat, As hard a science to the fair as great! Beauties, like tyrants, old and friendless grown, Yet hate repose, and dread to be alone; Worn out in public, weary every eye, Nor leave one sigh behind them when they die. 230
Pleasures the sex, as children birds pursue,
240 Still round and round the ghosts of beauty glide, And haunt the places where their honour died.
See how the world its veterans rewards!
Ah, friend! to dazzle let the vain design:
250 That charm shall grow, while what fatigues the
ring, Flaunts and goes down, an unregarded thing : So when the sun's broad beam hab tired the sight, All mild ascends the moon's more sober light, Serene in virgin modesty she shines, And unobserved the glaring orb declines.
0! bless'd with temper, whose unclouded ray Can make to-morrow cheerful as to-day; She who can love a sister's charms, or hear Sighs for a daughter, with unwounded ear; 260 She who ne'er answers till a husband cools ; Or, if she rules him, never shows she rules ; Charms by accepting, by submitting sways, Yet has her humour most when she obeys; Let fops or fortune fly which way they will, Disdaing all loss of tickets or codille;