As Helluo, late dictator of the feast,
The nose of haut-gout, and the tip of taste, 80
Critiqued your wine, and analysed your meat,
Yet on plain pudding deign’d at home to eat:
So Philomedé, lecturing all mankind
On the soft passion, and the taste refined,
The 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 pleasure too refin'd to please;
With too much spirit to be e'er at ease;
With too much quickness ever to be taught;
With too much thinking to have common thought :
You purchase pain witli all that joy can give,
And die of nothing but a rage to live.

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Turn then from wits, and look on Simo's mate;
No ass so meek, no ass so obstinate:
Or her that owns er 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 prayer :
Or her who laughs at hell, but (like her grace)
Cries, 'Ah! how charming if there's no such place!'
Or who in sweet vicissitude appears,
Of mirth and opium, ratafie and tears,

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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 those to great Atossa's mind ?
Scarce once herself, by turns all womankind;

Who, with herself, or others, from her birth,
Finds all her life one warfare upon earth.
Shines in exposing knaves and painting fools,
Yet is whate'er she hates and ridicules.

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No thought advances, but her eddy brain
Whisks it about, and down it goes again.
Full sixty years the world has been her trade,
The wisest fool much time has ever made.
Froin loveless youth to unrespected age
No passion gratified, except her rage:
So much the fury still outran the wit,
That pleasure mise'd her, and the scandal hit.
Who breaks with her, provokes revenge from hell,
But he's a bolder man who dares be well. 130
Her every turn with violence pursued,
No: more a storm her hate than gratitude:
To that each passion turns, or soon or late;
Love, if it makes her yield, must make her hate :
Superiors ? death! and equals ? what a eurse!
But an inferior not dependent ! worse.
Offend her, and she knows not to forgive;
Oblige her, and she'll hate you while you live :
But die, and she'll adore you--Then the bust
And temple rise--then fall again to dust. 140
Last night, her lord was all that's good and great;
Aknave this morning, and his will a cheat.
Strange! by the means defcated of the ends,
By spirit robb'd of power, by warmth of friends,
By wealth of followers! without one distress
Sick of herself, through very selfishness !
Atossa, cursed with every granted prayer,
Childless with all her children, wants an heir.
To heirs unknown descends the unguarded store,
Or wanders, Heaven-directed, to the poor!
Pictures, like these, dear madam, to design,

150 Asks no firm hand, and no unerring line ; Some wandering touches, some reflected light, Some fiyin, stroke alone can hit diem righi :

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For how should equal colours do the knack?
Cameleons who can paint in white and black ?

'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.

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İf Queensberry to strip there's no compelling,
'Tis from a handmaid we must take a Helen.
From peer or bishop, 'tis no easy thing
To draw the man who loves his God or king;
Alas! I copy (or my draught would fail)
From honest Mahomet or plain pörson Hale.

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,
Still out of reach, yet never out of view;
Sure, if they catch, to spoil the toy at most,
To covet flying, and regret when lost;
At last, to follies youth could scarce defend,
It grows their age's prudence to pretend;
Ashamed to own they gave delight before,
Reduced to feign it, when they give no more :
As hags hold sabbaths less for joy than spite,
So these their merry, miserable night;

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!
A youth of frolics, an old age of cards;
Fair to no purpose, artful to no end,
Young without lovers, old without a friend;
A fop their passion, but their prize a sot,
Alive ridiculous, and dead forgot!

Ah, friend! to dazzle let the vain design:
To raise the thought, and touch the heart, be
thine!

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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;