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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, 225
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 every eye,
Nor leave one figh behind them when they die. 230

Pleasures the sex, as children Birds, pursue,
Still out of reach, yet never out of view;
Sure, if they catch, to spoil the Toy at most,
To covet flying, and regret when loft:
At last, to follies Youth could scarce defend, 235
It grows their Age's prudence to pretend;
Afham’d to own they gave delight before,
Reduc'd to feign it, when they give no more :
As Hags hold Sabbaths, less for joy than spight,
So these their merry, miserable Night;

240 Still round and round the Ghosts of Beauty glide, And haunt the places where their honour dy'd.

See how the World its Veterans rewards ! A Youth of Frolicks, an old Age of Cards; Fair to no purpose, artful to no end,

245 Young without Lovers, old without a Friend; A Fop their Paffion, but their Prize a Sot, Alive, ridiculous, and dead, forgot!

Ah! Friend! to dazzle let the Vain design; To raise the thought, and touch the Heart be thine ! 2 50


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That Charm shall grow, while what fatigues the Ring,
Flaunts and goes down, an unregarded thing :
So when the Sun's broad beam has tir'd the light,
All mild ascends the Moon's more sober light,
Serene in Virgin Modesty the thines,

And unobserv'd the glaring orb declines.

Oh! bleft with Temper, whose unclouded ray
Can make to-morrow chearful as to-day :
She, who can love a Sister's charms, or hear
Sighs for a Daughter with unwounded ear; 260
She who ne'er answers 'till a Husband cools,
Or, if the rules him, never shews she rules ;
Charms by accepting, by submitting sways,
Yet has her humour most, when she obeys ;
Let Fops or Fortune fly which way they wll; 265
Disdains all loss of Tickets, or Codille ;
Spleen, Vapours, or Small-pox, above them all,
And Mistress of herself, though China fall.

And yet, believe me, good as well as ill,
Woman 's at best a contradiction still.

Heaven when it strives to polish all it can
Its last best work, but forms a softer Man;
Picks from each sex, to make the Favourite blest,
Your love of Pleasure, our desire of Rest:
Blends, in exception to all general rules,

Your taste of Follies, with our scorn of Fools:
Reserve with Frankness, Art with Truth ally'd,
Courage with Softness, Modesty with Pride;
Fix'd Principles, with Fancy ever new;
Shakes all together, and produces You. 280

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Be this a Woman's Fame : with this unblest,
Toasts live a scorn, and Queens may die a jest.
This Phæbus promis'd (I forget the year)
When those blue eyes first open’d on the sphere ;
Ascendant Phæbus watch'd that hour with care, 285
Averted half your Parents' simple Prayer ;
And gave you Beauty, but deny'd the Pelf
That buys your sex a Tyrant o'er itself.
The generous God, who Wit and Gold refines,
And ripens Spirits as he ripens Mines.

290 Kept Dross for Duchesses, the world shall know it, To you gave Sense, Good-humour, and a Poet,


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Of the Use of RICHES. THAT it is known to few, most falling into one of

the extremes, Avarice or Profusion, ver. 1, &c. The Point discussed, whether the invention of Money has been more commodious or pernicious to Mankind, ver. 21 to 77. That Riches, either to the Avaricious or the Prodigal, cannot afford Happiness, scarcely Necessaries, ver. 89 to 160. That Avarice is an absolute Frenzy, without an End or Purpose, ver. 113, &c. 152. Conjectures about the Motives of Avaricious men, ver. 121 to 153. That the conduct of men,

with respect to Riches, can only be accountedfor by the Order of Providence, which works the general Good out of Extremes, and brings all to its great End by perpetual Revolutions, ver. 161 to 178. How a Miser acts upon Principles which appear to him reasonable, ver. 179. How a Prodigal does the same, ver. 199. The due Medium, and true use of Riches, ver. 219. The Man of Ross, ver. 250. The fate of the Profuse and the Covetous, in two examples ; both miserable in Life and in Death, ver. 300, &c. The Story of Sir Balaam, ver. 339 to the end,


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THIS Epistle was written after a violent outcry against

our Author, on a supposition that he had ridiculed a worthy nobleman merely for his wrong tafte. He justified himself upon that article in a letter to the Earl of Burlington ; at the end of which are these words : “ I have learnt that there are some who would “ rather be wicked than ridiculous: and therefore it “ may be safer to attack vices than follies. I will “ therefore leave my betters in the quiet possession of “ their idols, their groves, and their high-places; “ and change my subject from their pride to their “ meanness, from their vanities to their miseries; “ and as the only certain way to avoid misconstruc“ tions, to lessen offence, and not to multiply ill“ natured applications, I may probably in my next, « make use of real names instead of fictitious ones."

P. W ho mall decide, when Doctors disagree,

And foundest Casuists doubt, like you and me ?
You hold the word, from Jove to Momus given,
That Man was made the standing jest of Heaven :
And Gold but sent to keep the Fools in play, 5
For some to hear, and some to throw away.

But I, who think more highly of our kind,
(And, surely, Heaven and I are of a mind)
Opine, that Nature, as in duty bound,
Deep hid the shining mischief under ground :



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