Say, what can cause such impotence of mind? a spark too fickle, or a spouse too kind. Wise wretch! with pleasures 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 with all that joy can give, and die of nothing but a rage to live. Turn then from wits, and look on Simo's mate; no ass so meek, no ass so obstinate; or her that owns her faults but never mends, 96 100 105 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, the daily anodyne and nightly draught, to kill those foes to fair-ones, time and thought: But what are these to great Atossa's mind? 110 115 120 125 so much the fury still out-ran the wit, the pleasure miss'd her, and the scandal bit. Who breaks with her, provokes revenge from hell, to heirs unknown descends the unguarded store, nature in her then err'd not, but forgot. With ev'ry pleasing, ev'ry prudent part, "say, what can Chloe want?"---She wants a heart. 130 135 140 145 150 155 She speaks, behaves, and acts, just as she ought, 161 but never, never, reach'd one gen'rous thought. Virtue she finds too painful an endeavour, content to dwell in decencies for ever. So very reasonable, so unmov'd, 165 as never yet to love or to be lov'd. She while her lover pants upon her breast, can mark the figures on an Indian chest; 170 175 180 and when she sees her friend in deep despair, observes how much a chintz exceeds mohair. Forbid it, Heav'n! 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? she bids her footman put it in her head. Chloe is prudent; would you too be wise? then never break your heart when Chloe dies. One certain portrait may (I grant) be seen, which Heav'n has varnish'd out and made a queen; the same for ever! and describ'd by all with truth and goodness as with crown and ball. Poets heap virtues, painters gems, at will, and shew their zeal, and hide their want of skill. 'Tis well; but, Artists! who can paint or write, to draw the uaked is your true delight. That robe of quality so struts and swells, none see what parts of Nature it conceals: th' exactest traits of body or of mind we owe to models of an humble kind. If Queensberry to strip there's no compelling, 't is from a handmaid we must take a Helen. 185 190 From peer or bishop 't is no easy thing But grant in public men sometimes are shown, re your virtues open fairest in the shade. that each may seem a virtue or a vice. In men we various ruling passions find; in Women two almost divide the kind; those only fix'd they first or last obey, the love of pleasure and the love of sway. A D 205 sti 210 That Nature gives; and where the lesson taught is but to please, can pleasure seem a fault? experience this: by man's oppression curst they seek the second not to lose the first. Men some to bus'ness some to pleasure take, 215 but ev'ry Woman is at heart a rake: men, some to quiet, some to public strife, but ev'ry lady would be queen for life. Yet mark the fate of a whole sex of queens! pow'er 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 tim'd 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 ev'ry eye, 125 an a a 2 nor leave one sigh behind them when they die. See how the World it's veterans rewards! 230 235 240 245 149 Ah! Friend! to dazzle let the vain design; to raise the thought and touch the heart be thine! that charm shall grow, while what fatigues the ring flaunts and goes down an unreguarded thing. So when the sun's broad beam has tir'd the sight, all mild ascends the moon's more sober light, serene in virgin modesty she shines, and unobserv'd the glaring orb declines. Oh! 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; she who ne'er answers till a husband cools, or if she rules him never shews she rules; charms by accepting, by submitting sways, yet has her humour most when she obeys; 255 260 |