• Alike unpitied when depos'd they grow• Men mock the idol of their former vow.
Adieu! ye parks !-in fome obfcure recefs, • Where gentle ftreams will weep at my distress, • Where no false friend will in my grief take part, And mourn my ruin with a joyful heart; • There let me live in some deserted place, There hide in fhades this loft inglorious face. Plays, operas, circles, I no more must view! 'My toilette, patches, all the world adieu!"
T length, by fo much importunity prefs'd,
Take, Chandler, at once the infide of my breaft.
This ftupid indiff'rence so often you blame,
Is not owing to nature, to fear, or to fhame.
I am not as cold as a virgin in lead,
Nor is Sunday's fermon fo ftrong in my head:
I know but too well how time flies along,
That we live but few years, and yet fewer are young.
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 would lewdly defign,
Not over fevere, yet not ftupidly vain,
For I would have the power, though not give the pain.
No pedant, yet learned; nor rake-helly gay,
Or laughing because he has nothing to say;
To all my whole sex, obliging and free,
Yet never be fond of any but me:
In public preserve the decorum that's juft,
And show in his eyes he is true to his trust;
Then rarely approach, and respectfully bow,
But not fulfomely pert, nor foppishly low.
But when the long hours of public are paft,
And we meet with champagne and a chicken at laft,
May every fond pleasure that moment endear;
Be banish'd afar both discretion and fear!
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 confefs that we live,
And he may be rude, and yet I may forgive.
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 fhould fright me, no millions should bribe;
But 'till this aftonishing creature I know,
As I long have liv'd chaste, I will keep myself so.
I never will share with the wanton coquet,
Or be caught by a vain affectation of wit.
The toasters and songsters 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.
Written extempore on a Window.
WHILST 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 beftowing fome kind glance,
Each conqueft owing to fome loofe advance:
While vain coquets affect to be purfu'd,
And think they're virtuous, if not grofsly lewd:
Let this great maxim be my virtue's guide;
In part fhe is to blame that has been try'd-
He comes too near, that comes to be deny'd.
HILST pretty fellows think a woman's fame
In every state and every age the fame ;
With their own folly pleas'd the fair they toast,
And where they leaft are happy, fwear they're moft;
No difference making 'twix coquet and prude;
And her that feems, yet is not really lewd;
While thus they think, and thus they vainly live,
And tafte 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.
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;
Allen Bathurst one of the twelve Peers created by Queen Anne. A
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