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So when my Chloe I pursue,
Thus, on comparison, you see,
A N S W E R. PResumptuous bard! how could you
dare A woman with a cloud compare ? Strange pride and insolence you show, Inferior mortals there below. And is our thunder in your ears So frequent or so loud as theirs ? Alas ! our thunder soon goes out; And only makes you more devout. Then is not female clatter worse, That drives you not to pray, but curfe ?
We hardly thunder thrice a year; The bolt discharg'd, the sky grows clear:
But ev'ry sublunary dowdy,
Some critick may object, perhaps, That clouds are blam'd for giving claps; · But what, alas ! are claps æthereal,
Compar'd for mischief to venereal ?
You know a cloudy sky bespeaks
night. A cloud in proper seasons pours His blessings down in fruitful show'rs; But woman was by fate design’d To pour down curses on mankind.
When * Sirius o'er the welkin rages, Our kindly help his fire afswages; But woman is a curft inflamer, No parish ducking-stool can tame her:
To kindle strife dame nature taught her;
For fickleness how durft
Observe our figure in a morning, Of foul or fair we give you warning; But can you guess from woman's air One minute, whether foul or fair?
Go read in ancient books enroll'd
To disappoint Ixion's rape
But say, what earthly nymph do you know, So beautiful to pass for Juno ?
Before Æneas durft aspire To court her majesty of Tyre, His mother beg'd of us to dress him, That Dido might the more caress him : A coat we gave him, dy'd in grain, A flaxen wig and clouded cane (The wig was powder'd round with fleet, Which fell in clouds beneath his feet), With which he made a tearing show ; And Dido quickly smoak’d the beau.
Among your females make enquiries, What nymph on earth so fair as Iris ? With heav'nly beauty fo endow'd ? And yet her father is a cloud. We dress’d her in a gold brocade, Befitting Juno’s fav’rite maid. 'Tis known, that Socrates the wise Ador'd us clouds as deities; To us he made his daily prayers, As Aristophanes declares; From Jupiter took all dominion, And dy'd defending his opinion.
By his authority 'tis plain
Compare us then to female race ! We, to whom all the gods give place : Who better challenge your
allegiance, Because we dwell in higher regions : You find the gods in Homer dwell In feas and streams or low as hell: Ev'n Fove, and Mercury his pimp, No higher climb than mount Olymp (Who makes you think the clouds he
He pierce the clouds ! he kiss their a-es).