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II.

But I hate to be cheated, and never will buy
Long years of repentance for moments of joy.
Oh! was there a man (but where shall I find
Good fenfe and good-nature fo equally join'd?)
Would value his pleasure, contribute to mine;
Not meanly would boaft, nor lewdly defign,
Not over fevere, yet not stupidly vain,

For I would have the power, though not give the pain.
III.

No pedant, yet learned; not rake-helly gay,
Or laughing because he has nothing to say;
To all my whole fex obliging and free,
Yet never be fond of any but me;

In public preserve the decorum that's just,
And fhew in his eyes he is true to his trust;
Then rarely approach, and respectfully bow,
But not fulfomely pert, nor foppishly low.

IV.

But when the long hours of public are past,

And we meet with champagne and a chicken at laft, May every fond pleasure that moment endear;

Be banifh'd afar both difcretion and fear!

For

Forgetting or fcorning the airs of the crowd,
He may cease to be formal, and I to be proud,
'Till loft in the joy, we confess that we live,
And he may be rude, and yet I may forgive.

V.

And that my delight may be folidly fix'd,

Let the friend and the lover be handsomely mix'd,
In whose tender bofom my foul may confide,

Whose kindness can footh me, whose counsel can guide.
From fuch a dear lover, as here I describe,

No danger should fright me, no millions should bribe;
But 'till this aftonishing creature I know,

As I long have liv'd chafte, I will keep myself so.
VI.

I never will share with the wanton coquet,

Or be caught by a vain affectation of wit.
The toafters and fongfters may try all their art,
But never shall enter the pass of my heart.

I loath the lewd rake, the drefs'd fopling despise :
Before fuch purfuers the nice virgin flies:

And as OVID has sweetly in parables told,

We harden like trees, and like rivers grow cold.

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HILST W

HILST thirft of praise, and vain defire of fame,
In every age, is every woman's aim

With courtship pleas'd, of filly toasters proud,
Fond of a train, and happy in a crowd;

On each poor fool bestowing fome kind glance,
Each conqueft owing to fome loofe advance;
While vain coquets affect to be pursu’d,

And think they're virtuous, if not grofsly lewd:
Let this great maxim be my virtue's guide;
she is to blame that has been try'd-

In

part

He comes too near that comes to be deny❜d.

The

火火火火

The GENTLEMAN'S ANSWER.

HILST pretty fellows think a woman's fame

WHILST pretty fellows

In every state and every age the fame ;

With their own folly pleas'd the fair they toast,
And where they least are happy, fwear they're moft
No difference making 'twixt coquet and prude;
And her that feems, yet is not really lewd;
While thus they think, and thus they vainly live,
And taste no joys but what their fancies give:
Let this great maxim be my action's guide,
May I ne'er hope, though I am ne'er deny'd;
Nor think a woman won, that's willing to be try'd.

An EPISTLE to Lord B

By the Same.

HOW happy you! who varied joys purfue;

And every hour prefents you fomething new!

Plans, fchemes, and models, all Palladio's art,
For fix long months have gain'd upon your heart;

Of

Of colonades, of corridores you talk,
The winding ftair-cafe and the cover'd walk
You blend the orders with Vitruvian toil,
And raise with wond'rous joy the fancy'd pile:
But the dull workman's flow performing hand
But coldly executes his lord's command.
With dirt and mortar foon you grow difpleas'd,
Planting fucceeds, and avenues are rais'd,
Canals are cut, and mountains level made;
Bowers of retreat, and galleries of shade;
The fhaven turf presents a lively green;
The bordering flow'rs in mystic knots are seen:
With ftudied art on nature you refine-

The spring beheld you warm in this design,
But fcarce the cold attacks your fav'rite trees,
Your inclination fails, and wishes freeze.
You quit the grove, so lately you
fo lately you admir'd;
With other views your eager hopes are fir'd,
Poft to the city you direct your way;
Not blooming paradife could bribe your stay :
Ambition fhews you power's brightest fide;
'Tis meanly poor in folitude to hide.
Though. certain pains attend the cares of state,
A good man owes his country to be great

Should

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