C USTOM, alas! doth partial prove, Nor gives us even measure : To maids it is a pain to love, But 'tis to men a pleasure. They freely can their thoughts explain, Whilft ours must burn within : We have got eyes and tongues in vain, And truth from us is fin. Men to new joys and conquefts fly, Then equal laws let cuftom find, Nor either fex oppress: More freedom give to womankind, EAR, ye ladies that despise HE Η What the mighty love has done, Fear examples, and be wife, Fair Califto was a nun. To deceive the hopes of man, Hear, ye ladies that are coy, What the mighty love can do, Fear the fierceness of the boy, The chafte moon he makes to wooe; Vefta, kindling holy fires, Circled round about with spies, Never dreaming loofe defires, Doting at the altar dies: Ilion, in a fhort hour, higher He can build, and once more fire. WHEN 1 W (does enthral; HEN I fee the bright nymph who my heart When I view her foft eyes; her languishing air; Her merit fo great; my own merit fo small; It makes me adore; and it makes me despair. But when I confider, that fhe fquanders on fools All those treasures of beauty with which she is stor'd; My fancy it damps, my paffion it cools, And it makes me defpife what before I ador❜d. Thus fometimes I defpair, and fometimes I defpife; How wifely does nature things diff'rent unite! In fuch odd compofitions our fafety is found; So her folly makes whole whom her beauty does (wound. W The Plain-Dealing Lover. HEN I court thee, dear Molly, to grant me the bliss, With a fqueeze by the hand, and then with a kiss; You, like an arch baggage, for ever reply, In the fame loving mood, can you live, sir, and die? For if one woman won't, there are thoufands that will. That I like you at present, you never can doubt; Thy fresh ruddy lips, and thy teeth all fo white, Thy voice that's so soft, and thy breath that's so sweet, VOL. III. Thy bright beaming eyes, and thy gay golden hair, Above or below nothing faulty is feen, And, faith I dare answer for what lies between, So many rare charms furely never can cloy, (For the proof of the pudding's, you know, in the eating) |