Sidor som bilder

To lay where lov'd, but left the dangerous sword Diverting with a kind of wit,
By which the died to whom he broke his word. Aiming at all, would sometimes hit;
Piteous examples! worthy better fate,

Though in her sort of rambling way
Jf my instructions had not come too late :

She many a serious truth wouid las. For then their art and prudence had retain'd

Thus in much talk among the rest What first victorious says of beaury gain’d.

The oracle itself expref: Whilft thus I thought, not without grief to find w I've heard fonie cry, Well, I profefs Defenceless virtue meet with fate unkind,

“ There's nothing to be gain’d by dress: Bright Cytherea's sacred voice did reach

“ They might as well fay ihat a field, My tingling eats, and thus the bade me teach : “ Uncultivated, yet would yield “ What had the harmless maid desery'd from As good a crop as that which fill « thec?

“ With utmost diligence should till; « Thou hast given weapons to her enemy;

« Our vintage would be very fine, " Whill in the field she must defenceless stand, “ If nobrdy should prune their vine ! “ Wich want of kill, and more unable hand.

Good shape and air, it is confekt, Stelichorus, who would no subje& find (blind: “ Is given to such as heaven has bleit; “ But harm to naids, was by the gods struck

“ But all folks have not the same graces: “ But, when his song did with their glories sile, “ There is diftindiun in our faces. “ He had his own reffor'd, to praise their eyes. “ There was a tinie I'd not repine “ Be rui'd by me, and arms defensive give;

" For any thing amiss in mine, “ 'Tis by the ladies' favourse you mast live.”

Which, though I !ay it, still feemis fair; She then one mystic leaf with berries four

“ Thanks to my art as well as care! (Pluck: from her myrtle crown) bade me with “ Our grandmothers, they tell us, woje speed devour.

“ Their fa:dingale and their bandore, I find the power inspir'd; through purer sky. Their pinners, frirehead-cloth, and ruff

, My bread Jillolves in verse, to make young lo “ Content with their own cloth and itur; vers die.

“ With ha's upon their pates like hives; Here Modelty and Innocence shall learn [cern. " Things mighe become such foldiers wirs; How they may truth from flattering speech dis “ Thought their own faces still would laft eben But come with speed; lose not the flying day: " lo the same mould which Nature call thea. See how the crowding waves roll down away. “ Dark paper buildings then hood thick; And neither, though at lovc's conimand, will « No palaces of stone or brick : Hay.

“ And then, alas! were no exchanges : These waves and time we never can recal;

“ But see how tine and fashion changes! But, as the minutes país, must lose them ail.

“ I hate old things and age. I see, Nor like what's past are days succeeding good, " Thank Heaven, times goed enough for the But slide with warmth decay'd and thicker blood. " Your goldiriths now are mighty neat: Flora, although a goddess, yet does fear

" I love the air of Lombard-Areet. The change that grows with the declining year ; " Whate'er a ship from India brings, Whil glitering snakes, by casting off their skin, “ Pearls, diamonds, filks, are pretty ihings Fresh courage gain, and life renew'd begin.

The cabinet, the screen, the fan, The eagles cait their bills, the ftag its horn; " Please me cxtremely, if Japan : Euc beauty to that blessing is riot born.

* And, what affeAs me fill the more, Thus Nature prompts its use to froward Love, " They had none of them heretofore. Grac'd by examples of the powers above.

" When you're unmarried, bever load se Endymion pierc'd the chalte Diana's heart,

“ With jewels; they may incommode ye. And cool Aurora felt love's fiery dart.

“ Lovers mayn'e dare approach; bur

They'll fear when niarried you'll be celles “ Fine rings and lockets best are trice,

" When given to you as a bride, PART XII.

“ Jo the mean time you lhew your fenfe

“ By going fire at small experice. A PERSON of some quality

“ Sometimes your hair you upwards fort, Happen'e!, they say, in love to be

“ Sometimes lay down in favourite curl: With one who held by delay,

“ All muft through ewenty fiddlings pati, Would neither say him Nu or Ay;

" Which none can teach you but your glais : Nor would the have him go his way.

“ Sometimes they must ditheveld lie This lady thought it beft to send

“ On neck of polith'd ivory: For some experienc'd trusty friend,

" Sometimes with ftrings of pearl they're fa', To whom she might her mind impart,

" And the united beauty miz'd; l'unchain her own, and bind his heart;

“ Or, when you won't their grace unfold, A tire-woman by occupation,

" Secure them with a bar of gold. A ueful and a choice vucation.

“ Humour and falbion change rach das; Slie law all, heard all, never idle ;

“ Not birds in forefts, flowers in Mas, Hur fingers or ber tongue would fiddle;

“ Would sooner number'd be than they.

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695 “ There is a fort of negligence,

“ At last she found a cap of hais, " Which some ésteem as excellence,

“ Which the put on with such an air, “ Your art with so much art to hide,

“ That every lock was out of place, “ That nothing of it be descried;

“ And all hung dangling down her fache “ To make your careless tresses flow

“I would not mortify one so, “ With so much air, that none should know “ Except some twenty that I know. " Whether they had been comb'd or no.

“ Her carelessness and her defect « But, in this so neglected hair,

u Were laid to Mistress Prue's neglect “ Many a heart has found its snare.

“ And much ill-nature was betray'd, “ Nature indeed has kindly sent

" By noise and scolding with the maid. " Us many things; more we invent:

“ The young look on such things as stoff, “ Little enough, as I may say,

" Thinking their bloom has art enough. “ To keep our beauty from decay.

" When smooth, we matter it not at all; " As leaves that with fierce winds engage,

“' [is when the Thames is rough, we squall. “ Our curling tresses fall with age.

“ But, whate'er it is may be pretended, « But then by German herbs we find

“ No face or shape but may be mended. Colour, for locks to grey inclin'd.

“ All have our faults, and must abide them, “ Sometimes we purchase hair; and why?

" We therefore should take care to hide them. “ Is not all that our own we buy ?

" You're short ; fit ftill, you'll taller seem : “ You buy it publicly, say they :

“ You're only shorter from the ftem. Why tell us that, when we don't pay.

By loser garb your leanness is conceal'd; “ Of French porades the town is full:

“ By want of stays the groffer shape's reveal'd. “ Praise Heaven, no want of Spanish wool! “ The more the blemishes upon the feet, “Let them look flusht, let them look dead, “ The greater care the lace and shoes be neat. " That can't afford the white and red.

" Some backs and fides are way's like bila “ In Covent Garden you buy posies,

lows: "There we our lilies and our roses.

“ These holes are best made up with pillows. " Who would a charming eyebrow lack,

“ Thick fingers always should command " Who can get any thing that's black?

“ Without the stretching out the hand. " Let not these boxes open lie:

« Who has bad teeth fhould aever see « Some folks are too much given to pry.

“ A play, unless a tragedy: “ Art not difsembled would disgrace

“ For we can teach you how to fimper, “ The purchas'd beauties of our face :

“ And when 'tis proper you should whimper. “ This if such persons should discover,

“ Think that your grace and wit is now " 'Twould rather lose than gain a lover.

“ Not in your laughing at a thing, but how. " Who is there now but understands

“ Let room for something more than breath " Searcloths to fica the face or hands?

“Juft shew the ends of milk-white teeth, “ Though the idea's not so taking,

“ There is a je n' foai quoi is found “ And the skin seems but odd in making,

“ In a soft Imobth affected sound : “ Yet, when 'twill with fresh luftre fhine,

“ But there's a shricking crying tone, “ Her spark will tell you 'tis divine.

“ Which I ne'er lik'd, when all is done : “ That piavre there your eyes does strike; “ And there are some, who laugh like men; " It is the work of great Van Dycke,

“ As ne'er to shut their mouths again; " Which by a Roman would be sainted :

“ So very loud and mal-propos, “ What was't but canvas till 'twas painted ? “ They feem like hautboys to a fhew. “ There's several things should not be known: “ But now for the reverse : 'tis skill " O'er these there is a curtain drawn,

To let your tears flow when you will. " Till 'tis their season to be shown.

“ It is of ufe when people die;

2 “ Your door on fic occasions keep

“ Or else to have the spleen, and cry, “ Faft fhut; who knows but your're asleep? “ Because you have no reason why. “ When our teeth, colour, hair, and cyes,

“ Now for your talk-Come, let me see : " And what else at the toilet lies,

“ Here lose your H, here drop your T, " Are all put on, we're faid to rise.

“ Despise that R: your fpeech is better “ There was a lady whom I knew,

“ Much for destroying of one letter. " That must be nameless, 'cause 'tis true,

“ Now lifp, and have a fort of pride " Who had the difmaleit mischance

" To seem as if your tongue were tied : " I've heard of fince I was in France :

“ This is such a becoming fault, " I do protest the thoughts of it

“ Rather than want, it should be taught. “ Have almost put me in a fit.

" And now, that you have learnt to talk, “Old Lady Meaowell's chamber-door,

Pray let me fee if you can walk. “Just on the stairs of the first floor,

“ There's many dancing masters treat “Scood open : and pray who should come, “ Of management of ladies fect. “ But Knowall Houncing in the room?

“ There's some their mincing gait have chose " No fingle hair upon her head :

Treading without their heel or toes. is I thought the would bave fell down dead.

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« She that reads Taffo or Malherbe,

" Or when they'll justily caroule, “ Chooses a step that is superbe.

“ We'll surely to the Indian house : « Some giddy creatures, as if shunning

« And at such coft whilst thus we roam, Something difik'd, are always running.

“ for cheapness sake they'll stay at home. “ Some prance like Frenchwomen, who ride “ Fcw wile men's thoughts e'er yet pursuet “ As our life-guards men, all altride.

“ That which their eyes had never vicw'd : “ But cach of these have decoration

“ And so our never being feen According to their affectation.

“ Is the same thing as not t'have been. “ That dance is graceful, and will please,

« Grandeur itself and poverty “ Where all the motion- glide with cale.

“ Were equal if no witness by : "We to the skilful theatre

“ And they who always fing alone “ This seeming want of art prefer.

“ Can ne'er be prais'd by mure than one. 'Tis no lmall art to give direction

“ Had Danac been shut up ftill, " How to suit knots to each complexion,

“ She's been a maid against her will, “ How to adorn the breast and head,

“ And might have grown prodigious old, “ With blue, white, cherry, pink, or red.

“ And never had her story told. “ As the morn rises, so that day

“ 'Tis fit fair maids should run a-gadding, “ Wear purple, sky-colour, or grey :

" To let the amorous beaux a-madding. " Your black at lent, your green in May; “ To many a sheep the wolf has gone " Your filamot when leaves decay.

“ Ere it can neatly seize on one ; « All colours in the summer thine :

“ And many a partridge scapes away " The nymphs should be like gardens fine.

“ Before the hawk can pounce its prey: " It is the fashion now-a-days,

“ And so, if pretty damsels rove, “ That almost every lady plays.

They'll find out one perhaps may love; " Basset and Piquei grow to be

“ If they no diligence will spare, “ The subject of our comedy :

“ And in their dressing fill take care. “ But whether we diversion seek

“ The fisher baits his hook all night, “ In thele, in comet, or in gleek,

“ lo hopes by chance fome eel may bite. “ Or Ombre, where true judgment can

“ Each with their different grace appears, “ Disclose the sentiments of nian;

Virgins with blush, widows with tears

, “ Let's have a care how we discover,

" Which gain new husbands tender-heared, Especially before a lover,

“ To think how fuch a couple parted. “ Some passions which we should conceal,

" But then there are some foppith beaut “ But heats of of play too oft reveal;

“ Like us in all things but cheir cloches; “ For, be the matter small or great,

“ That we may seem the more robut, “There's like abhorrence for a cheat.

“ And fitteft to accoft them first: “ There's pothing spoils a woman's graces “ With powder, paint, false locks, and hair, Like peevishness and making faces :

" They give themselves a female air; Then angry words and rude discourse,

" Who, having all their tale by rote, “ You may be fure, become them worle,

“ And ha: ping still on the same note, “ With hopes of gain when we're beset,

Will tell us thar, and nothing more “ We do 1on commonly forget

“ Than what a thousand heard before. « Such guards as screen us from these eyes " Though they all marks of love preten!, “ Which may observe us, and despise.

“ There's nothing which they leis intend : “ I'd burn the cards, rather than know

" And, 'midit a thousand hideous oaths, “ Of any of my friends did so :

“ With jewels false and borrow'd clothes, “ I've heard of some such things; but I,

“ Our easiness may give belief “ Thanks to my stars, was never by.

“ To one that is an arrant thief." “ Thus we may pass our time : the men

The spark was coming; the, undres, " A thousand ways divert their spleen,

Scuttles away as if poffeft. " Whilst we fit pcevishly within ;

The governefs cries, " Where d'ye run?" “ Hunting, cocking, racing, joking,

" Why, Madam, I've but just begun." • Fuddling, swimming, fencing, smoking; She bawls; the other nothing hears, “ And little thinking how poor we

But leaves her pratiling to the chairs. - Must vent our scandal o'er our tea.

Virtue, without these little arts, " I see no reason but we may

At first subdues, then keeps our hearts; “ Be brisk, and equally as gay.

And though more gracefully it shews “ Whene'er our gentlemen would range, When it from lovely persons flows, “ We'll take our chariot for the 'Change: Yet often goodness most prevails “ If ihey're disposing for the play,

Wher beauty in perfection fails. « We'll haften to the opera :

Though every feature may'nt be well,

Yet altogether may excel. * By the manner in which Taffo and Malherbe are mentioned by Dr. King, they feein not to have been the There's nothing but will easy prove, molt fathionable autiiors of that age.

When all the rett's made up by love. trannate what he calls "An admirabic Ode of Mainci be."


Our uthor nas

And wealth, as beauty orders it bestow'd,

Would make ev'n misers in expences proud.

But they, o'er whom Apollo rules, have hearts Virgins should not unskill'd in music be ; The most susceptible of lovers' smarts, For what's more like themselves than harmony? Let not vice use it only to betray,

The gods and kings are by their labours prais'd; As Syrens by their songs en:ice their prey. And they again by them to honour rais'd: Let it with fense, with voice, and beauty join, For none to heaven or majesty expreft Grateful to eyes and ear, and to the mind divine: | Their duty well, but in return were bleft. For there's a double grace when pleasing Itrings Nor did the mighty Scipio think it seorn, Ale touch'd by her that more delightful sings. That Eonius, in Calabrian mountains born, Thus Orpheus did the rage of deferts quell, His wars, retirements, councils, should attend, And charm'd the monstrous instruments of hell. In all distinguish'd by the name of friend. New walls to Thebes Amphion thus began, He that, for want of worlds to conquer, wept. Whift to the work officious marble ran.

Without consulting Honier never slept. Thus with his harp and voice Arion rode

The poet's cares all terminate in fame; On the mute fish safe through the rolling flood. As they obtain, they give, a lasting name. Nor are the essays of the female wit

Thus from the dead. Lucrece and Cynthia rise, Less charning in the verses they have writ. And Berenice's hair adorns the skies. From ancient ages, love has found the way The sacred bard no treacherous craft displays, Its bashful thoughes by letters to convey ;

But virtuous a&tions crowns with his own bays. Which sometimes run in such engaging strain, Far from ambition and wealth's fordid care, That pity makes the fair write back again. In him good-nature and content appear : What's thus intended, some small time delay: And far from courts, from ftudious parties free, His paflion strengthens rather by our stay. He sighs forth Laura's charms beneath some tree; Then with a cautious wit your pen withhold, Despairing of the valued prize he loves, Left a too free expression make him bold; Commits his thoughts to winds and echoing groves. Create a mixture 'twixt his hope and fear,

Poets have quick defire and passion strong; And in reproof let tenderness appear.

Where once it lights, there it continues long. As he deserves it, give him hopes of life:

They know that truth is the perpetual band, A cruel mistress makes a froward wife.

By which the world and heaven of love must stand. Affect not foreign words : Love will impart The poet's art softens their tempers fo, A gentle style more excellent than art.

That manners easy as their verses flow. Astrea's * lines flow on with so much ease, Oh could they but just retribution find, That she who writes like them must surely please. And as themselves what they adore be kind ! Orinda's + works, with courtly graces ftor'd, In vain they boast of their celestial fire, (afpire ! True sepse in nice expressions will afford : Whilst there remains a heaven to which they can't Whilft Chudleigh's words seraphic thoughts ex. Apelles first brought Venus to our view, press

With blooming charths and graces ever new, In lofty grandeur, but without excess.

Who else unknown to mortals might remain, Oh, had not: beauty parts enough to wound, Hid in the caveros of her native main : But it must pierce us with poetic found ;

And with the painter now the poets join Whilst Phæbuş suffers female powers to tear To make the mother and her boy divine. Wreaths from his Daphne, which they justly wear! | Therefore attend, and from their music learn If greater things to lesser we compare,

That which their minds inspir'd could best discern. $ The skill of love is like the art of war.

First see how Sidney, then how Cowley mov'd, The general says, “ Let him the horse command : And with what art it was that Waller lov'd. • You by that enlign, you that cannon itand: Forget not Dorset, in whose generous mind “ Where danger calls, let c'other bring supplics.” Love, fenfe, wit, honour, every grace combin'd; With pleasure all obey, in hopes to rise.

And if for me you one kind with would spare, So, if you have a servant skill'd in lawůs,

Answer a poet to his friendly prayer. Send him with moving speech to plead your cause. Take Stepney's verse, with candour ever bleft; He that has native unaffected voice,

For love will there fill with his alhes reft. In singing what you bid him, will rejoice. There let warm (pice and fragrant odours burn,

And everlasting (weets perfume his urn. + A name a fumed by Mrs. Aphra Behn. She was au. Not that the living Muse is to be scorn'd: therese of leventcen plays, iwo volumes of novels, several trasllations, and many poems.

Britain with equal worth is fill adorn'd. + The poctical name of Mss. Catharine Philips. She was See Halifax, where sense and honour mixt born in London 1631; was married to James Philips, of the frioty of Cardigan, Eiq. about the year 1647; and

Upon the merits just reward have fixt : died June 1664. Her poems have been several times And read their works, who, writing in his praise, printed. She was also the writer of a volume of letters,

To their own verse immortal laurels raise. intituled, ** Letters from Orinda to poliarchus."

11 This lady was the wite of Sir George Chudleigh, | Learn prior's lines; for they can teach you more Bart. of Athton, Deventhire, She died Dec. 15, 1710.

Than sacred Ben, or Spenser, did before : Her poems were twice printed in lier lifetime in one volume 8vo. the second edition in 1704. She also published And mark þim well that uncouth physic's art a volume of cflays upon several subjects, in prute and verse, Can in the softest tune of wit impart.

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Sce Pastorella o'er Florello's grave,

The tree not to be thook has pierc'd the ground; See Tamerlane make Bajazet his Nave;

And death must follow the neglected wound. And Phædra with her ancient vigour rave.

O'er different ages love beara different iway, Through Rapin's nurseries and gardens walk, Takes various turns to make all sorts obey. And find how nymphs transform'd by amorcus The colt unback'd we footh with gentle trace; colours talk.

We feed the runner destin'd for the race; Pomona see with Milton's grandeur rise,

and 'tis with time and masters we prepare 'The most delicions fruit of Paradise,

The manag' coursers rushing to the war. With apples might the first-born man deceive, Ambitious youth will have fome sparks of pride, And more persuasive voice than tempting Eve, And not without impatience be denied. Not to confine you here; for many more

If to his love a rival you afford,
Britain's luxuriant wealth has still in fore, You then prefent a trial for his sword:
Whom would I number up, I must outrun His eager warmth disdains to be perplere,
The longest course of the laborious fun.

And rambles to the beauty that is next.
Maturer years proceed with care and senk,
And, as they feldom give, so feldom take offence :

For he that knows refittance is in vain,

Knows likewife struggling will increase his paz.

Like wood that's lately cut in Paphian grove, OUR manners like onr countenance should be; Time makes him a fit facrifice for love. They always candid, and the other free:

By flow degrees he fans the gentle fire, But, when our mind by anger is poffeft,

Till perseverance makes the Aame aspire. Our noble manhood is transform'd to beaft. This love's more sure, the other is more gzy: No feature then its wonted grace retains,

But then he roves, whilst this is forc'd to 127. When the blood blackens in the swelling veins : There are some rempers which you muft obligi, The eye-balls shoot out fiery darts, would kill Not by a quick sur:ender, but a liege; 'Th'opposer, if the gorgon had its will.

That must are pleas'd, when driven to despais When Pallas in a river saw the flute

By what they're pleas'd to call a crusl tur. Deform'd her cheeks, the let the reed be mute. They think, unlels their usage has been hard, Anger no more will mortify the face,

Their conquest loses part of its reward. Which in that passion once consults her glass. Thus some raise spleen from their abounding saleh Let beauty ne'er be with this torment seiz'd, And, clog'd with sweets, from acids fees to But ever relt serene, and ever pleas'd.

health. A dark and fullen brow seems to reprove

And many a boat does its destruction find The first advances that are made to love,

By having scanty fails, too full of wind. 'To which there's nothing more averse than pride. Is it not treachery to declare Men without speaking often are denied :

The feeble parts we have in war? And a disdainful look too oft' reveals

Is it not folly w afford 'Those seeds of hatred which the tongue conceals. Our enemy a naked sword? When eyes meet eyes, and smiles to Imiles return, Yet 'tis my weakness tv coofess 'Tis then both hearts with equal ardour burn,

What puts men often in diftress: And by their mutual paflion soon will know

But then it is fuch beaux as That all are darts, and shot from Cupid's bow. Pofíeft with so much vanity, But, when some lovely form does itrike your eyes, To think that wherefoe'er they corn, Be cautious ftill how you admit furprise.

Whoever looks on them mutt burs. What you would love, with quick discretion view: What they defire they think is true, The object may deceive by being new.

With small encouragement from you. You niay submit to a tou hafty fate,

They will a single look improve,
And would shake off the yoke when 'tis too late : And take civilities for love.
We often into our destrudion sink,

“ We all expected you to play: By not allowing time enough to think.

u Was't not a mistress made you stay." Reüft at firit : for help in vain we pray,

The beau is fir'd, crics, “ Now I find When ills have gain'd full frength by long delay. " I out of pity must be kind : Be fpeedy ; left perhaps the growing hour

“ She ligh'd, impatient all I came." Put what is now within, beyond our power.

Thus, soaring to the lively ise, Love, as a fire in cities finds increase,

We see the vain ambitious ty Proceeds, and till the whole's deftroy'd won't cease. Scorch its gay wings, then unregarded de. It with allurements does, like rivers, rife

Both sexes have their jealonly, From little springs, enlarg'd by vast supplies.

And ways to gain their ends thereby, Had Mirrha kept this guard, she had not stood But oftentimes too quick belief A monumental crime in weeping wood.

Has given a sudden vent to grief, Because that love is pleafing in its pain,

Occafion'd by some persons lying, We not without reluctance health obtain,

To set an easy wife a-crying: Phyfic may tarry till co-morrow's fun,

And Procris long ago, alas! While the curs'd poisons through the vitals rua. Experienc'd this unhasry ears.

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