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But, Madam, if the Fates withstands and you Are destin'd Hymen's willing Victim too, Trust not too much your now resistless Charms, Those, Age or Sickness, foon or late, difarms; Good Humour only teaches Charms to last,! :3 Still-makes new Conquests, and maintains the past: Love, rais'd on Beauty, will like That decay, Our Hearts may bear its slender Chain a Day, As flow’ry Bands in Wantonness are worn; A Morning's Pleasure, and at Evening torn: This binds in Ties more easie, yet more strong, The willing Heart, and only holds it long.
Thus * Võiture's early Care still fhone the fame, ? And Monthaufier was only chang'd in Name ;
By this, ev’n now they live, ev'n now they charm,
[warm. * Madamoiselle Paulet.
Now grown'd with Myrtle, on th’Elysian Coast, Amidst those Lovers, joys his gentle Ghost, Pleas'd while wichSmiles his happy Lines you view, And finds a fairer Ramboüillet in you. The brightest Eyes of France inspir'd bis Mufe, The brightest Eyes of Britain now peruse, And dead as living, 'tis our Author's Pride, Still to charm thosewho charm the World beside,
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WRITTEN ;. Some Years since in Imitation of the Style of
Two Persons of Quality:
By the same Hand.
Thou wert e’er Nature firft began to be , 'Twas one vastNothing, All,and All flept fastin thee.
[Earth, E’er fruitful Thought conceiva Creation's Birth,
[forth. Or Midwife Word gave Aid, and spoke the Infant 0
[kind: And fram'd the clam'rous Ráce of busie Human
The Tongue mov'd gently first, and Speech was
[low, 'Till wrangling Science taught itNoise and Show, And wicked Wit arose, thy most abusive Foe.
Loft in the Maze of Words, he turns again,
[Reiga. And feeks a furer State, and courts thy gentler
Amicted Sense thou kindly dost set free,
Oppress’d with Argumental Tyranny, And routed Reason finds a safe Retreat in thee.
With thee in private modest Dulness lies,
And in thy Bosom lurks in Thought's Disguise; Thou Varnisher of Fools; and Cheat of all the Wife.
Yet thy Indulgence is by both confeft;
Folly by thee lies sleeping in the Breast, And ’tis in thee at last that Wisdom seeks for Rest.
Şilence, the Knave's Repute; the Whore's good
[Name, The only Honour of the wishing Dame;
[Fame. Thy very want of Tongue makes thee a kind of
But cou'dst thou seize fome Tongues that now
[are free, HowChurch and State wou'd be oblig'd to thee? At Senate, and at Bar, how welcome wou'dst thou