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Here Fannia, leering on her own good man,
And there, a naked Leda with a Swan.
Let then the fair one beautifully cry,
In Magdalen's loose hair and lifted eye,
Or drest in smiles of sweet Cecilia fhine,
With fimp'ring Angels, Palms, and Harps divine;
Whether the Charmer sinner it, or faint it, 15
If Folly grow romantic, I must paint it.

Come then, the colours and the ground prepare !
Dip in the Rainbow, trick her off in Air ;
Chufe a firm Cloud, before it fall, and in it

19 Catch, ere she change, the Cynthia of this minute.

Rufa, whose eye quick-glancing o'er the Park,
Attracts each light gay meteor of a Spark,
Agrees as ill with Rufa studying Locke,
As Sappho's di'monds with her dirty smock;
Or Sappho at her toilet's greazy task,

25 With Sappho fragrant at an ev’ning Mask :

complaisance to the fex is obfervable in this instance, amongst others, that, whereas in the Characters of Men, he has sometimes made use of real names, in the Characters of Women always fi&titious.

VER. 20. Catch, ere she charge, the Cyntbia of this minute.] Alluding to the precept of Fresnoy,

formæ veneres captando fugaces. VER, 21. Instances of contrarieties, given even from such Characters as are most strongly marked, and seemingly therefore most consistent: As, I. In the Affected, ver: 21, etc.

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So morning Insects that in muck begun,
Shine, buzz, and fly-blow in the setting fun.

How soft is Silia! fearful to offend ;
The frail one's advocate, the Wcak one's friend. 30
To her, Calista prov'd her conduct nice ;
And good Simplicius asks of her advice.
Sudden, the storms! she raves ! You tip the wink,
But spare your censure ; Silia does not drink.
All eyes may fee from what the change arose,

35 All eyes may see a Pimple on her nose.

Papillia, wedded to her am’rous spark,
Sighs for the shades — “How charming is a Park!”
A Park is purchas’d, but the Fair he fees
All bath'd in tears "Oh odious, odious Trees!”
Ladies, like variegated Tulips, show;

'Tis to their Changes half their charms we owe ;
Fine by defect, and delicately weak,
Their happy Spots the nice admirer take.
'Twas thus Calypso once each heart alarm’d, 45
Aw'd without Virtue, without Beauty charm'd;
Her Tongue bewitch'd as odly as her Eyes,
Less Wit than Mimic, more a Wit than wile ;
Strange graces still, and itranger flights The had,
Was just not ugly, and was just not mad ;
Yet ne'er so sure our passion to create,
As when the touch'd the brink of all we hate.

Ver. 29, and 37. II. Contrarieties in the Soft-natured,
VER. 45. III. Contrarieties in the Cunning and Artful.
VER. 52. As when she touch'd the brink of all we bate.] Her


Narcifia's nature, tolerably mild, To make a wash, would hardly stew a child ; Has ev'n been prov'd to grant a Lover's pray'r, 55 And paid a Tradesman once to make him ftare ; Gave alms at Easter, in a Christian trim, And made a Widow happy, for a whim. Why then declare Good-nature is her scorn, When 'tis by that alone she can be born? 60 Why pique all mortals, yet affect a name ? A fool to Pleasure, yet a slave to Fame : Now deep in Taylor and the Bock of Martyrs, Now drinking Citron with his Grace and Chartres : Now Conscience chills her, and now Passion burns ; And Atheism and Religion take their turns ;

66 A very

Heathen in the carnal part,
Yet still a fad, good Christian at her heart.

See Sin in State, majestically drunk ;
Proud as a Peereis, prouder as a Punk;

70 Chaste to her Husband, frank to all befide, A teeming mistress, but a barren Bride.

charms consisted in the fingular turn of her vivacity ; con. sequently the stronger the exerted this vivacity, the more forcible must be her attraction. But the point, where it came to excess, would destroy all the delicacy, and expose all the coarseness of sensuality.

VER. 53. IV. in the W'bimsical.

VER. 57. in a Cbriftian trim,] This is finely expressed, implying that her very charity was as much an exterior of Religion, as the ceremonies of the season. It was not even in a Cbristian bumour, it was only in a Cbriftian trim,

VER. 69. V. In the Lewd and Vicious.

What then ? let Blood and Body bear the fault,
Her Head's untouch'd, that oble Seat of Thought:
Such this day's doctrine in another fit

She fins with Poets thro' pure Love of Wit.
What has not fir'd her bosom or her brain?
Cæsar and Tall-boy, Charles and Charlemaʼne.
As Helluo, late Dictator of the Peast,
The Nose of Hautgayt, and the Tip of Taste, 80
Critiqu'd your wine, and analyz'd your meat,
Yet on plain pudding deign'd at home to eat :
So Philomedé, le&t'ring all mankind
On the soft Passion, and the Taste refin'd,
Th’ Address, the Delicacy - ftoops at once, 85
And makes her hearty meal upon a Dunce.

Flavia's a Wit, has too much sense to pray ; To toast our wants and wishes, is her way ; Nor asks of God, but of her Stars, to give The mighty blefling, “ while we live, to live." 90 Then all for Death, that Opiate of the soul ! Lucretia's dagger, Rosamonda's bowl.

VER. 87. Contrarieties in the Witry and Refined.

VER. 89. Nor asks of God, but of ber Stars. Death, that Opiate of the soul! | See Note on ver, go. of Ep. to Lord



VER. 77. What has not fir'd, etc.] In the MS.

In whose mad brain the mixt ideas roll
Of Tall-boy's breeches, and of Cæsar's soul.




Say, what can cause such impotence of mind?
A Spark too fickle, or a Spouse too kind.
Wife Wretch! with pleasures too refin'd to please ;
With too much Spirit to be e'er at ease;
With too much Quickness ever to be taught ;
With too much Thinking to have common Thought;
You purchase pain with all that Joy can give,
And die of nothing but a Rage to live.

Turn then from Wits; and look on Simo's Mate,
No Afs so meek, no Ass fo obftinate.
Or her that owns her Faults, but never mends,
Because she's honest, and the best of Friends.
Or her, whose life the Church and Scandal share,
For ever in a Paffion, or a Pray’r.

106 Or her, who laughs at Hell, but (like her Grace) Cries, “Ah! how charming, if there's no such place!” Or who in sweet viciffitude appears Of Mirth and Opium, Ratafie and Tears, The daily Anodyne, and nightly Draught, To kill those foes to Fair ones, Time and Thought. Woman and Fool are two hard things to hit; For true No-meaning puzzles more than Wit. But what are these to great Atosfa’s mind?

115 Scarce once herself, by turns all Womankind !


VER. 107. Or ber, wbo laughs at Hell, but (like ber Grace) -- Cries, Ab! bow charming, if tbere's no such place ! ] i.e. Her who affects to laugh out of fashion, and strives to disbelieve out of fear.

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