"Odious! in woollen! 'twould a faint provoke, (Were the last words that poor Narciffa spoke) "No, let a charming Chintz, and Bruffels lace, "Wrap my cold limbs, and shade my lifeless face: "One would not, fure, be frightful when one's dead "And-Betty-give this Cheek a little Red." The Courtier smooth, who forty years had fhin'd An humble fervant to all human-kind, Juft brought out this, when scarce his tongue could stir, "If-where I'm going-I could ferve you, Sir !" 255 "I give and I devise (old Euclio said, And figh'd)" my lands and tenements to Ned." Your money, Sir?—" My money, Sir, what all? "Why,—if I must-(then wept) I give it Paul.” The manor, Sir?" The manor! hold, he cry'd. 260 "Not that, I cannot part with that"-and dy'd. And you! brave Cobham, to the latest breath, Shall feel your ruling paffion strong in death: Such in those moments as in all the past, "Oh, fave my Country, Heaven!" shall be your last. MORAL MORA L ESSAY S. EPISTLE TOALAD Y. II. Of the Characters of WOMEN. THERE is nothing in Mr. Pope's works more highly finished than this Epiftle: Yet its fuccefs was in no proportion to the pains he took in composing it. Something he chanced to drop in a fhort advertisement prefixed to it, on its first publication, may perhaps account for the small attention given to it. He faid that no one character in it was drawn from the life. The public believed him on his word, and expreffed little curiofity about a Satire, in which there was nothing perfonal. N OTHING fo true as what you once let fall, Matter too soft a lasting mark to bear, Here Fannia, leering on her own good man, 5 Let Let then the fair-one beautifully cry, With fimpering Angels, Palms, and Harps divine; If Folly grow romantic, I must paint it. Come then, the colours and the ground prepare! How foft is Silia! fearful to offend; 15 20 -25 The frail-one's advocate, the weak-one's friend. ૩૦ And good Simplicius afks of her advice. Papillia, wedded to her amorous fpark, Sighs for the fhades-" How charming is a Park !” 35 All bath'd in tears-" Óh odious, odious Trees!" 40 Ladies, Ladies, like variegated Tulips, fhow, 'Tis to their Changes half their charms we owe ; Their happy Spots the nice admirer take. As when the touch'd the brink of all we hate. 45 50 To make a wash, would hardly stew a child; 55 And paid a Tradesman once to make him stare; Gave alms at Eafter, in a Chriftian trim, When 'tis by that alone fhe can be born? 60 Now deep in Taylor and the Book of Martyrs, A very Heathen in the carnal part, Yet ftill a fad, good Christian at her heart. ༡༠ Chafte Chafte to her Husband, frank to all befide, A teeming Mistress, but a barren Bride. What then? let Blood and Body bear the fault, Her Head's untouch'd, that noble Seat of Thought: Such this day's doctrine-in another fit 75 She fins with Poets through pure love of Wit. Wife Wretch! with pleasures too refin'd to please; 95 With too much Spirit to be e'er at ease; With VARIATION. Ver. 77. What has not fir'd, &c.] In the MS. |