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Whether the chariner sinner it, or saint it, | As Helluo, late dictator of the feast,
The dose of haut-gout, and the tip of taste,
Rufa, whose cye quick glancing o'er the Park, Th' address, the delicacy, stoops at once, Attracts each light gay meteor of a spark, And makes her hearty meal upon a dunce. Agrees as ill with Rufa studying Locke, | Flavia 's a wit, has too much sense to pray ; As Sapphu's diamonds with her dirty smock; |To toast our wauts and wishes, is her way ; Or Sappho at her toilet's greasy task,
Nor asks of God, but of her stars to give With Sappho fragrant at an ev’ning mask: The mighty blessing, “ while we live, to live.”. So inorning insects that in muck begui, Then all for death, that opiate of the soul ! Shine, buzz., and fly-blow in the setting sun. Lucretia's dagger, Rosamonda's bowl. How soft is Silia ! fearful to offend;
Say, wliat can cause such impotence of mind? The frail one's advocate, the weak one's friend! A spark 100 fickle, or a spouse too kind. To her, Calista proy'd her conduct nice; Wise wretch! with pleasures too refin'd to And good Simplicius asks of her advice. With too much spirit to be e'er at ease ; (please ; Sudden, she storms! she raves! You tip the wink, With too much quickness ever to be taught; But spare your censure; Silia does not drink. With too much thinking to have common All eyes may see from what the change arose ;
thought; All eyes inay see - a pimple on her nose. You purchase pain with all that joy can give,
Papillia, wedded to her ain'rous spark, And die of nothing but a rage to live.
Ladies, like variegated tulips, show, . Or her that owns her faults, but never mends, 'Tis to their changes half their charms we owe ; Because she's honest, and the best of friends, Fine by defect, and delicately wcak,
Or her, whose life the church and scandal share, Their happy spots their nice admirer take. For ever in a passion, or a pray'r. "Twas thus Calypso once cach heart alarmd, Or he, who laughs at Hell, but (like her Grace) Aw'd without virtue, without beauty charm'd; Cries, “ Ah! how charming, if there 's no such Her tongue bewitch'd as oddly as her eyes;
“ place!" Less wit than nimic, more a wit than wise; Or who in sweet vicissitude appears Strange graces suill, and stronger fights she had, of birth and opium, ratafie and tears, Was just not ugly, and was just not mad; i The daily anodyne, and nightly draught, et ne'er so lure our passion to create,
To kill those foes to fair ones, time and thought! is when she touchd the brink of all we hate Woman and fool are too hard things to hit; Sarcissa's nature, tolerably mild,
For true no-meaning puzzles more than wit. To make a wash, would hardly stew a child ; | But what are these to great Atossa's mind ? fenben prord to grant a lover's pray'r, Scarce once herself, by turns all womankind !
iad paid tridesman once to make him stare ; Who, with herself, or others, from her birth C eainis ar Easter, in a Christian trim, Finds all her life one warfare upon earth : 4 h a silux: happy, for a whim. Shines in exposing knaves, and painting fools,
la chiesarees are good-nature is her scorn, Yet is whate'er she hates and ridicules. Wil ha stone she can be borne? Vo thought advances, but her eddy brain 11 .cadenatals, vet affect a nanie? Whisks it about, and down it goes again. A fool. D' un yeta lave to fiune:
Full sixty vears the world has been her trade, Wow deep in Tolur and the Book of Martyrs, The wisesi fool much time has ever made. Vow drinking cirion with hisGrace andChartres. From loveless youth to unrespected age, Non consciencechill-her,and now passionburns; No passion gratified, except her rage, And atheism and religion take their turns; So much the fury still outran the wit, A very Heathen in the carval part,
The pleasure miss'il her, and the scandal hit. Yet still a saci good Christian at her heart. Who breaks with her, provokes revenge from See Sin in siate inajestically drunk ;
Hell; Proud as a peeress, prouder as a punk; But he's a bolder man who dares be well. Chaste to her husbind, frank tw all beside, Her ev'ry turn with violence pursu'd, A teeming mistress, but a barren bride, No more a storm her hate than gratitude : What then? Jet blood and body bear the fault, To that each passion turns or soon or late; Her head's untouch'd, that noble seat of thought: Love, if it makes her yield must make her hate: Such this day's doctrine - in another fit Superiors ! death! and equals! what a curse ! She sios with poets thro' pure love of wit. | Bunt an inferior not dependant ! worse. What has not tir'd her bosom or her brain? foflend her, and she kiiows not to forgive ; Cæsar and Tallboy, Charles and Charlema'pe. Oblige her, and she'll hate you while you live.
But die, and she 'll adore you -- then the bust Our boller talents in full light dicplay'd;
Iu women, tuo almost divide the kind;
taught Pictures like these, dear Madam, to design, Is but to pleasc, can pleasure scem a fault? Ask no firm hand, and no unerring line; Experience, this ; by man's oppression eursi, Some wand'ring touches, some reflected light, They seck the second not to lose the first. Some flying stroke alane can hit 'em right: Men, some to business, some to pleasure take, For how should equal colors do the knack? But ev'ry woman is at heart a rake: Cameleons who can paint in white or black? Men, soine to quiet, some to public strife;
“Yet Chloe sure was forin'd without a spot." But ev'ry lachy would be queen for life. Nature in her then err'd noi, but forgot. Yet mark the fate of a whole sex of queens! “ With ev'ry pleasing, ev'ry prudent part, Pour's all their end, but beauty all the means : “Say, what canChloe want? - She wants a heart. In vouth they conquer with so wild a rage, She speaks, behaves, and acts just as she ought; As leaves them scarce a subject in their age : But never, never reach'd one gen'rous thought. For foreign glory, foreign jor, they foam; Virtue she finds too painful afi endcarour; So though: of peace or happiness at home. Content to dwell in decencies for ever.
But widow's triumpli is well-tim'd retreat, So very reasonable, so unmor'd,
As hard a science to the fair as greai! 1s never yet to love, or to be lov'd.
Beauties, like tyrants, old and friendless grown, She, while her lorer pants upon her breast, Yet hate reposi', and dread to be alone;
Can mark the figures on an Indian chest; Worn out in public, weary cv'ry ere,
Still out of reach, yel never out of view; She c'er could cancel - but she may forget. Sure, if they catch, to spoil the toy at most, Safe is your secret still in Chloe's car ;
To cover tving, and regret when lost : But none of Chloe's shall rou ever lear. At last, to follies youth could scarce defend, Of all her dears she never slander'd one, It grow's their age's prudence to pretend; But cares not if a thousand are undone. Asham'd to own they gave delight before, · Would Chloe know if you 're alive or dead? Reduc'd to feign it when they have no more : She bids ber fooiman put it in her head.
1 As hags old sabbaths, less for joy than spite, Chloe is prudent - Would you too be wise? So these their merry, miserable night; Then never break your heart when Chloe dies. Sull round and round the ghosts of beauty glide,
One certain portrait may (I grant) be seen, and haunt the places where their honor died. Which Heaven has varnish'd out and made a See how the world its veterans rewards! Queen :
A youth of frolics, an old age of cards ; The same for ever! and describ'd by all Fajr to no purpose, ariful to no end, With truth and goodness,as with crown and ball. Young withoui luiers, old without a friend; Poets heap virtues, Painters gems at will, A fop their p:ission, but their prize a sot, And show their zcal, and hide their want of skill.) Alive, ridiculous, and dead, fergot! 'Tis well-but, Artists ! who can paint or write,! Ah, friend! 10 dazzl: let the vain design; To draw the naked is your true delight. To raise the thought and touch the heart be thine! That robe of quality so struts and swells, That charm shall grow, while what fatigues the None see what parts of nature it conceals :
ring, Th'exactest traits of body or of inind, Flaunts and goes vlown an unregarded thing: We owe to models of an humble kind. So when the sun's broad beam has tir'd the sight, If Qucensberry to strip there's no compelling, All mild ascends the moon's more sober light; "Tis froin a liandinaid we must take a llelen. Serene in virgin modesty she shines, From peer or bishop, 'iis no easy thing | And, unobserı d, the glaring orb declines. To draw the man who loves his God, or king : Oh! blest with temper, whose unclouded ray Alas! I copy (or my draught would fail) . can make to-morrow cheerful as to-day; Froin bonesi Mab'met, or plain Parson Hale. She who can love a sister's charms, or hear But grant, in public, inen sometinies are Sighs for a daughter with unwounded ear; shown,
She who ne'er answers till a husband cools; A woman's scen in private life alone :
Or, if she rules lim, never shows she rules :
Charins Charms by accepting, by submitting sways, I B. It raises armies in a nation's aid : [tray'd. Yet has her hunor inost, when she obeys : P. But bribes a senate, and the land 's bee Let Fops or Fortune fly which way they will ; In vain inay heroes fight, and patriots rave, Disdains all loss of tickets, os codille;
If secret gold sap on from knave to knave. Spleen, vapors, or small-pox, above them all, Once, we confess, beneath the patriot's cloke, And mistress of herself, tho' china fall. | From the crack d bag the dropping guinca spoke,
And yet, believe ine, good as well as ill, And, jingling down the back-stairs, told thecrew, Woman 's at best a contradiction still.
" Old Cato is as great a rogue as you." Heaven, when it strives to polish all it can, Blest paper-credit! last and best supply! Its last best work, but forms a softer man ; That lends corruption lighter wings to fly! Picks from each sex, to make the fav'rile blest, Gold, imp'd by thee, can compass hardest things; Your love of pleasure, our desire of rest: Can pocket states, can fetch or carry kings, Blends, in exception to all gen’ral rules, A single leaf shall waft an arıny o'er, Your taste of follies with our scorn of fools; Or ship off senates to some distant shore; Rescrve with frankness, art with truth allied, A leaf, like Sibyl's, scatter to and fro Courage with softness, modesty with pride; Our fates and fortunes, as the wind shall blow : Fix'd principles, with fancy ever new, -Pregirant with thousands flits the scrap unseen, Shakes all together, and produces – You. land silent sells a king, or buys a queen.
Be this a woman's fame; with this unblest, | Oh! that such bulky bribes as all might see, Toasts live a scorn, and quieeus may die a jest. Sull, as of old, encumber'd villany! This Phæbus promis'd (l' forget the year) Could France or Rome divert our brave designs When those blue eyes first open'don their plıcre; With all their brandies, or with all their wines ? Ascendant Phæbus watch'd that hour withcarc, What could they more than knights and 'squires Averted half your parents' simple pray'r;
confound, And gave you beauty, but denied the pelf Or water all the quornm ten miles round? That buys your sex a tyrant o'er itself.
A statesman's sluinbers how this speech would The gen'rous god, whó wit and gold refmes, " Sir, Spain has sent a thousand jars of oil;[spoil! And ripens spirits, as he ripens minas,
“ Huge bales of British cloth blockade the door: Kept dross forduchesses, the world shall know it, “ A hundred oxen at your levee roar." To you gave sense, good-humor, and a poet. Poor avarice one torment more would find;
| Nor could profusion squander all in kind. EPISTLE III.
| Astride his cheese Sir Morgan might we meet;
(And Worldly crying coals from strees to street; To Allen, Lord Buthurst.
Whom, with a wig so wild, and men so maz'd, P. Who shall decide, when doctors disagree, Pity mistakes for sonie poor tradesinen craz'd. And soundest casuists doubt, like you and me? Had Colepepper's whole wealth been hops and You hold the word, from Jove to \lonus given, Could he hiinself have sent it to the dogs: [hogs, That man was made the standing jest of heaven: His Grace will game: to White's a bull be led, And gold but sent to keep the fools in play, With spurning heels and with a butting head. For some to lieap, and soine to throw away. To White's be carried, as tu antient games,
But I, who think more highly of our kind Fair coursers, vases, and alluring dames. (And surely, Heaven and I are of a mind, Shall then Uxorio, if the stakes he sweep, ' Opine, that nature, as in duiy bound,
Bear home six whores, and make his lady weep. Deep hid the shining inischiet under ground : Or soft Adonis, so perfum'd and fine, But when by man's audacions labor wou, Drive to St. James's a whole herd of swine? Flam'd forth this rival to its sire the sun, O filthy check on all industrious skill, Then careful Heaven supplied two sorts of men ; To spoil the nation's last great trade, Quadrille! To squander these, and those to hide agen. Since then, my lord, on such a world we fall,
Like doctors thus, when much dispute has What say you? B. Say; Why takeit, gold and all. We find our tenets just the same at last. (pass'd, P. What riches give us, let us then inquire : Both fairly owning, riches in effect
Meat, fire, and clothe. B.What more? P. Níeat, No grace of Heaven, or token of th' elect; I clothes, and fire. Giv'n to the fool, the inad, the vain, the evil, Is this too little ? would you more than live? ToWard, to Waters, Chartres, and the Devil. Alas! 'tis more than Turner finds they give.
B. What nature wants, commodious gold be- Alas! 'tis more than (all his visions past) "Tis thus we eat the bread another sows. Istows; Unhappy Wharton, waking, found at last!
P. But how uneqnal it bestows, observe, What can they give? to dying Hopkins, heirs; 'Tis thus we riot, while who sow it starve: To Chartres, vigor ; Japhet, nose and ears? What nature wants (a phrase I must distrust) Can thcy, in gems bid pallid Hippia glow? Extends to luxury, extends to lust:
In Fulvia's buckle ease the throbs below? Useful, I grant, it serves what life requires ; Or heal, old Narses, the obscener ail, But, dreadful too, the dark assassin hires. With all th' embroidery plaster'd at thy tail?
B. Trade it may help, society extend : | They might (were Harpax not too wise to spend) P. Butlures the pirate and corrupts the friend. Givé Harpax self the blessing of a friend;
Or find some doctor that would save the life Less mad the wildest whimsy we can frame, Of wretched Shylock, spite of Shylock's wife : Than even that passion, if it has no aim; But thousands die, without or this or that; For though sueh motives folly you may call, Die, and endow a college, or a cat!
The folly 's greater to have none at all. To some, indeed, Heaven granits the happier fate, Hear then the truth : “ "Tis heaven each T enrich a bastard, ora son they hate.
“ passion sends, Perhaps you think the poor might have their " And dit 'rent men directs to diff'rent ends. part?
Sheart." Extrenies in nature equal good produce ; Bond damns the poor, and hates them from his " Extremes in man concur to gen'ral use." The grave sir Gilbert holds it for a rule, Ask we what makes one keep, and one bestow! That ev'ry man in want is knare or fool: That Pow'r who bids the ocean ebb and flow, • God cannot love (says Blunt, with tearless eves) Bids seed-time, harvest, equal course maintain, · The wretch he starves' and piously denies : Thro' reconcil'd extremes of drought and rain, But the good bishop, with a mecker air, Builds life on death, on change duration founds, Admits, and leaves them, Providence's care. TAnd gives th'eternal wheels to know their rounds:
Yet to be just to these poor men of polf, | Riches, like insccis, when conceal'd they lie, Each does but hate his neighbour as himself: Wait but for wings, and in their season fly. Damu'd to the mines, an equal fate berides Who sees pale Mammon pine amielst his store, The slave that digs it, and ihe slave that hides. Se's but a backward steward for the poor :
B.Whosuffer'd thus, merecharity shouldown, This year a reservoir, to keep and spare; Most act on motives powerful, tho' unknown. The next, a fountain, spouting thro' his heir,
P.Somewar,someplage,orfamincthey foresce, In lavish streams to quench a country's thirst; Sone revelation hid from you and me." And incn and dogs shall drink him till they burst. Why Shylock wants a meil, the cau-e is found; Old Coita sham'd his fortune and his birth, He thinks a loaf will rise to fifty pound. Yet was not Cotta void of wit or worth: What made directors cheat in South-sea year? What tho' (the use of barb'rous spits forgot) To live on ven'son when it sold so dear, His kitchen vied in coolness with his grot? Ask you why Phryne the whole auction buys : His court with nettles, moats with cresses stord, Phryne foresees a general exercise.
With soups unbought and salads blest his board! Why she and Sappho raise that monstrous sum? If Cotta lir'd on pulse, it was no more Alas! they fear a man will cost a plum. Than Brainins, Saints, and Sages did before;
Wise Péter sees the world's respect for gold, To crain the rich was prodigal expence; And therefore hopes this nation may be sold : And who would take the poor from Providence? Glorious ambition! Peter, swell thy store, Likesome loneChartreux stands the good old hall, And be what Rome's great Didius was before. Silence without, and fasts within the wall :
The crown of Poland, venal twice an age, No rafier'd roofy with dance and tabor sound, To just three millions stinted modest Gage. No noontide bell invites the country round; But nobler scenes Varia's rireams unfold, Tenants with sighs the smokeless tow'rs surrey, Hereditary realıns, and worlds of gold. : And turn th' unwilling steeds another way: Congenial souls! whose life one av'rice joins, Benighted wanderers, the forest ver, And one fate buries in th’ Austrian mines. Curse the sav'd candle, and mop'ning door;
Much-injur'dBlunt!whybearshe Britain'shate? While the gaunt mastiff, growling at the gate, A wizard told him in the words our fate : Affrighis the beggar, whom he longs to eat. “ At length corruption, like a gen'ral flood Not so his son, he mark'd this oversight, " (So long by watchful ininisters withstood), Aud then niistook reverse of wrong før right. “ Shall deluge all; and av’rice, creeping on, (Forwhat to shun will no great knowledge need; “ Spread like a low-born mist, and blot the sun; But what to follow is a task indeed.) “ Statesman and patriot ply alike the stocks, Yot sure, of qualities deserving praise, « Peeress and builer share alike the box, More 20 10 ruin forluncs than to raise, “ And judges job, and bishops bite the town, Whatslaughter'd hecatombs, with floods of urine, “ And mighty dukes pack cars for half a crown. Fill the capacious 'squire, and deep divine ! " See Britain sunk in lucre's sordid charins, Yet no mean motive this profusion draws, " And France reveng'd of Anne's and Edward's His oxen perish in his country's cause; “arins !"
bruin, "Tis George and Liberty that crowns the cup, 'Twas no court badge, great Scriv'ner! fir'd thy And zeal for that great hoose which eats hin up. Nor lordly luxury, nor city gain :
| The woods recede around the naked seat, No, 'twas thy righteous end, asha'd to sce The sylvans groan 110 matter for the ficet : Senates degeu’rate, patriots disagree,
Next goes his wool-lo clothcour valiant bands: And nobly wishing party-rage 10 cease, Last, for his country's love, he sells his lands. To buy both sides, and give iby country peace. To town he comes, completes the nation's hope.
"All this is madness," cries a sober sage: |And heads the bold train-bands, and burns a But who, my friend, las reason in his rage?
pope. . « The ruling passion, be it what it will, And shall not Britain now reward his toils, “ The ruling passion conquers reason still." Britain, that pays her patriots with her spoils?
In vain at court the bankrupt pleads bis cause ;| P.Or debts and taxes, wise and children clear, His thankless country leaves him to her laws. This man possess'd tive hundred pounds a-year.
The sense to value riches, with the art Blush, grandeur, blush! proud courts, withdraw To enjoy them, and the virtue to impart,
your blaze! Not meanly, nor ambitiously pursued,
Ye little stars ! hide your diminish'd rays. Not sunk by slothi, vor rais d by servitude; 1 B. And what?nomonument, inscription,stone? To balance fortune by a just expence,
Ilis race, his form, his name almost unknown? Join with economny, maguificence ;
P.Who builds a church toGod, and not tofame, With splendor, charity; with plenty, health! Will never mark the marble with his name! Oh teach us, Bathurst! yet unspoiled by wealth! Go, search it there, where to be born and die, That secret rare, between the extremnes to move, Of rich and poor quakes all the history; Of mad good-nature, and of mean set-love. Enough, that virtue fill'd the space between ;
B. To worth or want well weighi'd be bounty i Prov'l by the ends of being, to have been. And ease or emulate the care of Heaven; sgiver, When Hopkins dies, a thousand lights attend (Whose measure full o'ertlows on human race)|The wretch, who living sav'd a candle's end; Mend fortune's fault, and justity her grace. Should'ring God's altar a vile image stands, Wealth in the gross is death, but life diffus'd; Belies his features, nay extends his hands; As poison heals, in just proportion usd : That live-long wig which Gorron's self might In heaps, like ambergris, a stink it lies : Eternal buckle takes in Parian stone. Town. But well dispersid is incense to the skies.' Behold what blessings wealth to life can lead !
P. Who starves by nobles, or with nobles eats? | And see what comfort it affords our end. The wretch that trusts them, and the rogue that In the worstinn's worst room, withmat half hung, cheats.
The floors of plaister, and the walls of dung, Is there a lord, who knows a cheerful noon On once a flock-bed, but repair'd with straw, Without a fiddler, Haut'rer, or buffoon? With tape-tied curtains, never meant to draw, Whose table wit or modest merit share, The George and Garter dangling from that bed Unelbow'd by a gamester, pimp, or plas'r? Where tawdry yellow strove with dirty red, Who copies yours, or Oxford's better part, Great Villiers lies--alas! how chang'd from him To ease ih opprest, and raise the sinking heart? That life of pleasure, and that soul of whim! Where'er he shines, I furtune gild the scene, Gallant and gay, in Cliveden's proud alcove, And angels guard him in the golden mean! The bow'r of wanton Shrewsbury and love; There English bounty yet awhile my stand, Or just as gay, at council, in a ring And honor linger ere it leaves the land. Of mimic statesmen, and their merry king,
But all our praises why should lords engross? No wit to fatter left of all his store! Rise, honest Muse! and sing the Man of Ross: No fool to laugh at, which he valued more. Pleas'd Vaga echoes thro' her winding bouuds, There, victor of his health, liis fortune, friends, And rapid Severn hoarse applause resounds. And fame - this lord of useless thousands enda. Who hung with woods yon mountain's sultry His grace's fate sage Cutler could foresee, brow?
And well (he thought) advis'd him, “Live like From the dry rock who haile the waters Pow?
" me.” Not to the skies ja useless columns tust, i As well his grace replied, “ Like you, Sir John! Or in proud falls magnificently lost,
" That I can do, when all I have is gone." But clear and artless, pouring through the plain Resolve me, Reason, which of these is worse, Health to the sick, and solace to the swain. Want with a full, or with an empty purse; Whose causeway parts the valè with shady rows? Thy life more wretched, Cutler, was confess'd; Whose seats the weary traveller repose ? | Arise, and tell me, was thy death more bless'd? Who taught that heaven-directed spire to rise? | Cutler saw tenants break, and houses fall, " 'The Man of Ross," each lisping babe replies. For very want; he could not build a wall. Behold the inarket-place with poor o'erspread! His only daughter in a stranger's pow'r, The Man of Ross divides the weekly bread: For very want; he could not pay a dow'r. He feeds yon alms-house, neat, but void of state, A few grey hairs his rey'rend temples crown'd, Where age and want sit smiling at the gate ; "Twas very want that sold them for two pound. Hiin portion'd maids, apprentic'dorphans bless'd, What cren denied a cordial at his end, The young who labor, and the old who rest. Banish'd the doctor, and expellid the friend ! Is any sick? the Man of Ross relieves,
What but a want, which you perhaps think mad, Prescribes,attends, the medicine makes and gives. Yet numbers feel the want of what he hadd Is there a variance? enter but his door,
Cutler and Brutus, dying, both exclaim, Baulk'd are the courts, and contest is no more." Virtue! and wealth! what are ye but a nanie!" Despairing quacks with curses fled the place, Sav, for such worth are other worlds prepard! And vile attorneys, dow an useless race. | Or are they both in this their own reward?
B. Thrice happy man enabled to pursue A knotty point! to which we nuw proceed. What all so wish, but want the pow'r to do! But you are tir'd—I'll tell a tale-B. Agreed. Oh say, what soms that gen'rous hand supply! | PWhere London's column, pointing at the What inines to swell that boundless charity Like a tall bully, lifts the head, and lies; (skies,