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3. Sixteen was then our utmost age, Two years have lingering pass'd away,

love! And now new thoughts our minds en

gage, At least, I feel dispos’d to stray, love!

4. 'Tis I that am alone to blame,

1, that am guilty of love's treason; Since your sweet breast is still the same,

Caprice must be my only reason.

5. I do not, love! suspect your truth, With jealous doubt my bosom heaves

not; Warm was the passion of my youth,

One trace of dark deceit it leaves not.

WOMAN! experience might have told me That all must love thee, who behold

thee: Surely experience might have taught Thy firmest promises are nought; But, plac'd in all thy charms before me, All I forget, but to adore thee. Oh memory! thou choicest blessing, When join'd with hope, when still pos

sessing; But how much curst by every lover When hope is fled, and passion's over. Woman, that fair and fond deceiver. How prompt are striplings to believe her. How ihrobs the pulse, when first we view The eve that rolls in glossy blue, Or sparkles black, or mildly throws A beam from under hazel brows! How quick we credit every oath, And hear her plight the willing troth! Fondly we hope twill last for aye, When, lo! she changes in a day. This record will for ever stand, “Woman, thy vows are trac'd in sand," !

[First printed, December, 1806.] i The last line is almost a literal translatie from a Spanish proverb.

[The last line is not "almost a literal trans.

6. No, no, my flame was not pretended;

For, oh! I lov'd you most sincerelv; And — though our dream at last is

ended My bosom still esteems you dearly. 1 [" The lady's name was Julia Leacroft" (Noie by Miss E. Pigot).]

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SISCE the refinement of this polish'd age Has swept immoral raillery from the

stage; Since taste has now expung'd licentious

wit, Which stamp'd disgrace on all an author

writ; Since, now, to please with purer scenes

we seek, Nor dare to call the blush from Beauty's

cbeek; Oh! let the modest Muse some pity

claim, 1 And meet indulgence -- though she find

not fame. 1 uil, not for her alone, we wish respect, Obers appear more conscious of defect: Tonighi no vel'ran Roscii you behold, a all ibe arts of scenic action old; So COOKE, no KEMBLE, can salute you

here, VOSIDDONS draw the sympathetic tear; Tonight you throng to witness the début

embryo Actors, to the Drama new: Here, then, our almost unfledg'd wings

we try; C'ip not our pinions, ere the birds can

Not one poor trembler, only, fear betrays, Who hopes, yet almost dreads to meet

your praise; But all our Dramatis Personæ wait, In fond suspense this crisis of their fate. No venal views our progress can retard, Your generous plaudits are our sole

reward; For these, each Hero all his power dis

plays, Each timid Heroine shrinks before your

gaze: Surely the last will some protection find ! None, to the softer sex, can prove un

kind: While Youth and Beauty form the

female shield, The sternest Censor to the fair must

yield. Yet, should our feeble efforts nought

avail, Should, after all, our best endeavours fail; Still, let some mercy in your bosoms live, And, if you can't applaud, at least


[First printed, December, 1806.)



ELIZA! what fools are the Mussulman

sect, Who, to woman, deny the soul's

future existence; Could they see thee, Eliza! they'd own

their defect, And this doctrine would meet with a

general resistance.

Failing in this our first attempt to soar, Drooping, alas! we fall to rise no more.


in from a Spanish proverb," but an ad****n of part of a stanza from the Diana of ire de Montemajor.

(Sruthey, in his Letters from Spcin, 1707; In gros, gives a specimen of the Diana, and mrelers the lines in question thus "An Love bebed us from his secret stand,

cik'd his triumph, laughing, to behold To ste me trust a writing traced in sand, To see me credit what a woman told me.")

(*I enacted Penruddock, in The Wheel of Frans, and Tristram Fickle, in Allingham's Sanre of The Weathercock, for three nights, in Se prinate theatricals at Southwell, in 1806, with meat ayolaus. The occasional prologue kecur olunteer play was also of my combiti - Liers, 1801, v. 455.]

Had their Prophet possess'd half an

atom of sense, He ne'er would have woman from

Paradise driven; Instead of his Houris, a flimsy pretence, With woman alone he had peopled his


3. Yet, still, to increase your calamities

more, Not content with depriving your

bodies of spirit,

He allots one poor husband to share

amongst four! With souls you'd dispense; but, this

last, who could bear it?

9. But though husband and wife shall a

length be disjoin'd, Yet woman and man ne'er were mean

to dissever, Our chains once dissolv'd, and

hearts unconfin'd, We'll love without bonds, but we'l

love you for ever.


4. His religion to please neither party is

made; On husbands 'tis hard, to the wives

most uncivil; Still I can't contradict, what so oft has

been said, "Though women are angels, yet wed

lock's the devil."


Though souls are denied you by fool:

and by rakes, Should you own it yourselves, I woul

even then doubt you, Your nature so much of celestial par

takes, The Garden of Eden would wither without you.

SOUTHWELL, October 9, 1806. [First printed, December, 1806.)

"O lachrymarum fons, tenero sacros
Ducentium ortus ex animo; quater
Felix! in imo qui scatentem
Pectore te, pia Nympha, sensit.”

Gray, Alcaic Fragment.


5. This terrible truth, even Scripture has

told, Ye Benedicks! hear me, and listen

with rapture; If a glimpse of redemption you wish to

behold, Of St MATT. read the second and twentieth chapter.

6. 'Tis surely enough upon earth to be

vex'd, With wives who eternal confusion are

spreading; “But in Heaven," (so runs the Evan

gelist's Text,) “We neither have giving in marriage, or wedding."

7. From this we suppose, (as indeed well we

may,) That should Saints after death, with

their spouses put up more, And wives, as in life, aim at absolute

sway, All Heaven would ring with the conjugal uproar.

8. Distraction and Discord would follow in

course, Nor MATTHEW, nor MARK, nor St

PAUL, can deny it, The only expedient is general divorce, To prevent universal disturbance and


WHEN Friendship or Love

Our sympathies move; When Truth, in a glance, should appear

The lips may beguile,

With a dimple or smile,
But the test of affection's a Tear.


Too oft is a smile

But the hypocrite's wile, To mask detestation, or fear;

Give me the soft sigh,

Whilst the soul-telling eye Is dimm’d, for a time, with a Tear.

Mild Charity's glow,

To us mortals below,
Shows the soul from barbarity clear;

Compassion will melt,

Where this virtue is felt,
And its dew is diffused in a Tear.

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No longer repine,

Adopt this design,
And break through her slight-woven

Away with despair,

No longer forbear
To fly from the captious coquette.

6. They know the Chancellor has got

Some pretty livings in disposal:

Then quit her, my friend!

Your bosom defend,
Ere quite with her snares you're beset:

Lest your deep-wounded heart,

When incens'd by the smart Should lead you to curse the coquette.

October 27, 1806. [First printed, December, 1800.)

1f"Fight with silver spears" (i.e. with bribes). "and thou shalt prevail in all things." Reply of the Pythian Oracle to Philip of Macedon)

2 The Diable Boileur of Le Sage, where Asmodeus, the demon, places Don Cleofas on in elevated situation, and unroofs the houses for inspection. (Don Cleofas, clinging to the clock of Asmodeus, is carried through the air to the summit of S. Salvador.]

3 [On the death of Pitt, in January, 1806, Lop! Henry Petty beat Lord Palmerston in the cun. test for the representation of the University of Cambridge in Parliament.]

* (Probably Lord Henry Petty.]

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