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Ah, friend! to dazzle let the vain design; To raise the thought and touch the heart be thine! That charm shall grow, while what fatigues the ring Flaunts and goes down an unregarded thing. So when the sun's broad beam has tired the sight, All mild ascends the moon's more sober light, Serene in virgin modesty she shines, And unobserved the glaring orb declines. 0! bless’d with temper, whose unclouded
ray Can make to-morrow cheerful as to day; She who can love a sister's charms, or hear Sighs for a daughter with unwounded ear; She who ne'er answers till a husband cools, Or, if she rules him, never shows she rules; Charms by accepting, by submitting sways, Yet has her humour most when she obeys; Let fops or fortune fly which way they will, 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 bless’d, 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 allied, Courage with softness, modesty with pride; Fix'd principles, with fancy ever new : Shakes all together, and produces-you.
Be this a woman's fame; with this unbless'd, Toasts live a scorn, and queens may die a jest.
This Phoebus promised (I forget the year)
To Allen Lord Bathurst.
OF THE USE OF RICHES.
argument. That it is known to few, most falling into one of the ex
tremes, avarice or profusion. The point discassed, whether the invention of money has been more commodious or pernicious to mankind.—That riches either to the avaricious or the prodigal, cannot afford happiness, scarcely necessaries.—That avarice is an absolute frenzy, without an end or purpose.-Conjectures aboat the motives of avaricious men. That the conduct of men, with respect to riches, can only be accounted for by the order of Providence, which works the general good out of extremes, and brings all to its great end by perpetual revolutions.-How a miser acts upon principles which appear to him reasonable.-How a prodigal does the same. The due medium and true use of riches.—The Man of Ross.—The fate of the profuse and the covetons, in two examples ; both miserable in life and in death.--The story of Sir Balaam.
P. Who shall decide when doctors disagree,
But I, who think more highly of our kind,
Then careful Heaven supplied two sorts of men, To squander these, and those to hide again.
Like doctors thus, when much dispute has pass'd, We find our tenets just the same at last: Both fairly owning riches, in effect, No grace of Heaven, or token of the elect; Given to the fool, the mad, the vain, the evil, To Ward, to Waters, Chartres, and the devil.
B. What Nature wants, commodious gold be'Tis thus we eat the bread another sows. (stows;
P. But how unequal it bestows observe;
B. Trade it may help, society extend.
P. But bribes a senate, and the land's betray'd.
Pregnant with thousands flits the scrap unseen,
Oh! that such bulky bribes as all might see
confound, Or water all the quorum ten miles round ? [spoil! A statesman's slumbers how this speech would
Sir, Spain has sent a thousand jars of oil; Huge bales of British cloth blockade the door; A hundred oxen at your levee roar.'
Poor Avarice one torment more would find, Nor could Profusion squander all in kind : Astride his cheese Sir Morgan might we meet, And Worldly, crying coals from street to street, Whom, with a wig so wild and mien so mazed, Pity mistakes for some poor
crazed. Had Colepepper's whole wealth been hops and Could he himself have sent it to the dogs ? [hogs, His grace
will game: to White's a bull be led, With spurning heels and with a butting head: To White's be carried, as to ancient games, Fair coursers, vases, and alluring dames. Shall then Uxorio, if the stakes he sweep, Bear home six whores, and make his lady weep? Or soft Adonis, so perfumed and fine, Drive to St. James's a whole herd of swine? Oh, filthy check on all industrious skill, To spoil the nation's last great trade,-quadrille! Since then, my lord, on such a world we fall, Whatsay you? B. Say? Why, take it, gold and all.