Cry'd mut, Ve Gods ! what found is this? Can Chloe, heavenly Childe,
Bat when he limelt a nailone Ream, Which oft attends thst luke-warm fream & Salerna both together jedne,
As fovereign thedicines for the laine,) And though sanded, we may fuppofe, Tu Mp his ears, yet Bruck his mode: #1 Found her, while the frem increav'ı, As mortal as himlelf at lealt.
Phe form, with like beesfione preft, He boldly fent his hand in quelf (indpir'd with courage from his bride) To resell the pot an Mother Bde: And, as he fill'd the reeking vafes tee Ay a router in her free:
The Bule Cupids hovering round, (As pictures prove, with parlands crown'87 Abafled at what they law and heard, #lew off, not ever mare appear'dz Adien to Favilling delights, High rapture, and romantic fights, For goddelike for heavenly fweet, #epiring thepherds at their feet: Ta Bleer iends and flady herdere Briefed up with amaranthine Anders: How great a change I how quickly made! They learn to call a trade a (pode. They form From all contraint are freed; Can the each eiler de their need:
On box of cedar fits the wife,
And makes it warm for dearest life; And, by the beaftly way of thinking, Find great fociety in ftinking. Now Strephon daily entertains His Chloe in the homelieft ftrains; And Chloe, more experienc'd grown, With intereft pays him back his own. No maid at court is lefs afham'd, Howe'er for felling bargains fam'd, Than the to name her parts behind, Or when a-bed to let out wind. Fair Decency, celeftial maid! Defcend from Heaven to Beauty's aid ! Though Beauty may beget defire, "Tis thou muft fan the Lover's fire; For Beauty, like fupreme dominion, Is beft fupported by Opinion: If Decency, bring no fupplies, Opinion falls, and Beauty dies.
To fee fome radiant nymph appear In all her glittering birth-day-gear, You think fome Goddefs from the sky Defcended, ready cut and dry: But, ere you fell yourself to laughter, Confider well what may come after; For fine ideas vanish faft,
While all the grofs and filthy laft. O Strephon, ere that fatal day When Chloe ftole your heart away,
Had you but through a cranny spy'd On houte of eafe your future bride, In all the poffures of her face, Which nature gives in fuch a cafe i Distortions, groanings, frainings, heavings, "I were better you had lick'd her leavings, Than from experience find too late Your griddels grown a filly mate. Your Fancy then had always dwelt On what yom law, and what you Imelt; Would Bill the fame ideas give ye, As when you spy'd het on the poizy, And, fpire of Chloe's clarins divine, Your heart had hech as whole as mine. Authorities, borly odd and recent, Dircft that women if he decent i And from the Ipoule each blemish bide, More than from all the world befide, Unjunly all our nymphs complain Their empire holds to fhort a reign Is after marriage lot fo foam, It hardly holds the honey moon ! Por, if they keep hot what they taught, It is entirely their own fault.
They take pollellion of the erotvn.
And then throw all their weapons down Though, by the politician's Theme, Whine'er arrives at perver luptené,
4 hole atts, by which at fift they gain it, They fill muft pračlils to maintain it. Vol. II.
What various ways our females take To pafs for wits before a rake! And in the fruitless search pursue
All other methods but the true! Some try to learn polite behaviour By reading books against their Saviour; Some call it witty to reflect
On every natural defect;
Some fhew they never want explaining, To comprehend a double-meaning. But fure a tell-tale out of fchool Is of all wits the greatest fool; Whose rank imagination fills Her heart, and from her lips diftils; You'd think fhe utter'd from behind, Or at her mouth was breaking wind. Why is a handfome wife ador'd By every coxcomb but her lord? From yonder puppet-man inquire, Who wifely hides his wood and wire ; Shews Sheba's queen completely dreft, And Solomon in royal veft :
But view them litter'd on the floor, Or ftrung on pegs behind the door; Punch is exactly of a piece
With Lorrain's duke, and prince of Greece. A prudent builder fhould forecast How long the stuff is like to laft; And carefully obferve the ground, To build on fome foundation found.
What house, when its materials crumble, Muft not inevitably tumble ?
What edifice can long endure
Rais'd on a bafis unfecure?
Rash mortals, ere you take a wife, Contrive your pile to laft for life: Since beauty scarce endures a day, And youth fo fwiftly glides away; Why will you make yourself a bubble, `To build on sand with hay and ftubble ? On fenfe and wit your paffion found, By decency cemented round;
Let prudence with good-nature ftrive, To keep esteem and love alive. Then, come old age whene'er it will, Your friendship shall continue still : And thus.a mutual gentle fire Shall never but with life expire.
POLLO, god of light and wit,
Could verse inspire, but seldom writ;
Refined all metals with his looks, As well as chemifts by their books; As handsome as my Lady's page; Sweet five-and-twenty was his age.
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