Imatges de pÓgina

Abash'd at what they saw and heard,
Flew off, nor ever more appear’d.

Adieu to ravishing delights,
High raptures and romantic Aights ;
To goddesses so heavenly sweet,
Expiring shepherds at their feet;
To silver meads and shady bowers,
Dreft up with amaranthine flowers.
How great à change! how quickly

made! They learn to call a fpade a spade. They foon from all constraint are freed; Can fee each other do their need. On box of cedar sits the wife, And makes it warm for dearest life; And, by the beastly way of thinking, Find great society in stinking, Now Strephon daily entertains His Chloe in the homeliest strains ; And Chloe, more experienc'd grown, With int'reft pays him back his own, No maid at court is less asham’d, Howe’er for selling bargains fam’d, Than she, to name her parts behind, Or when a bed to let out wind.

Fair decency, celestial maid,
Descend from heaven to beauty's aid;
Though beauty may beget desire,
'Tis thou must fan the lover's fire ;
For beauty, like supreme dominion,
Is best supported by opinion :
If decency bring no fupplies,
Opinion falls, and beauty dies.

To see some radiant nymph appear
In all her glittering birth-day gear,
You think some goddess from the sky
Descended, ready cut and dry:
But, ere you sell yourself to laughter,
Consider well what may come after ;
For fine ideas vanish fast,
While all the gross and filthy last.

O Strephon, e'er that fatal day
When Chloe stole your heart away,

you but through a cranny spy'd On house of ease your future bride, In all the postures of her face, Which nature gives in such a case; Distortions, groanings, ftrainings,

heavings, 'Twere better you had lickt her leavings,

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Then from experience find too late
Your goddess grown a filthy mate.
Your fancy then had always dwelt
On what you saw, and what
Would still the same ideas give ye,
As when you spy'd her on the privy.
And, '{pight of Chloe charms divine,
Your heart had been as whole as mine.

you smelt;

Authorities, both old and recent, Direct that women must be decent ; And from the spouse each blemish hide More than from all the world beside

Unjustly all our nymphs complain Their empire holds so short a reign : Is after marriage loft so soon, It hardly holds the honey-moon: For if they keep not what they caught, It is entirely their own fault. They take possession of the crown, And then throw all their weapons down:

* If virtue, as some writers dierce to a law, as the nuptial fretend, be that which pro- laws e njoin both parties to a(uces happiness, it mult be void offence,decency will ftill įranted, that to practise die be duty, and the breach of it iency is a moral obligation; will incur some degree of and if virtue consists in oben guilt. 4

Though Though by the politicians scheme, Whoe'er arrives at pow'r supreme, Those arts by which at first they gain it They still must practise to maintain it.

What yarious ways our females take To pass for wits before a rake! And in the fruitless search pursue All other methods but the true.


Some try to learn polite behaviour By reading books against their Saviour Some call it witty to reflect On év'ry natural defe&t : Some shew they never want explaining To comprehend a double meaning. But sure a tell-tale out of school Is of all wits the greatest fool : Whose rank imagination fills Her heart, and from her lips distils ; You'd think she utter'd from behind, Or at her mouth was breaking wind.

Why is a handsome wife ador’d By every coxcomb but her lord? From yonder puppet-man inquire, Who wisely hides his wood and wire ;


Shews Sheha's queen completely drest,
And Solomon in royal vest;
But view them litter'd on the floor,
Or strung on pegs behind the door;
Punch is exa&ly of a piece
With Lorrain's duke, and prince of

Greece *

A prudent builder should forecast How long the stuff is like to laft; And carefully observe the ground To build on some foundation found : What house,when its materials crumble, Must not inevitably tumble ? What edifice can long endure Rais'd on a basis unsecure ? Rash mortals, ere you take a wife, Contrive your pile to last for life : Since beauty scarce endures a day, And youth fo swiftly glides away ; Why will you make yourself a bubble, To build on sand with hay and stubble?

On sense and wit your passion found, By decency cemented round;

* For the same reason many better knows her interest, and an handsome wife is neglected confiders love as her trade. for an homely mistress, who


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