Imatges de pÓgina

Bare Innocence is no Support,
When you are try'd in Scandal's Court.
Stand high in Honour, Wealth, or Wit ;
All others who inferior sit,
Conceive themselves in Conscience bound
To join, and drag you to the Ground.
Your Altitude offends the Eyes,
Of those who want the Pow'r to rise.
The World, a willing Stander-by,
Inclines to aid a specious Lye:
Alas! they would not do you Wrong;
But, all Appearances are strong.

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YET, whence proceeds this Weight we lay
On what detracting People say?
For, let Mankind discharge their Tongues
In Venom till they burst their Lungs,
Their utmost Malice cannot make
Your Head, or Tooth, or Finger ake :
Nor spoil your Shape, distort your Face,
Or put one Feature out of Place ;
Nor, will


Fortune sink,
By what they speak, or what they think.
Nor can ten Hundred Thousand Lyes,

lefs virtuous, learn'd, or wise.

you find

Make you

The most effectual Way to baulk
Their Malice, isto let them talk,


The Furniture of a Woman's Mind.

Written in the Year 1727.


Set of Phrases learn'd by Rote ;

A Passion for a Scarlet-Coat;
When at a Play to laugh, or cry,
Yet cannot tell the Reason why :
Never to hold her Tongue a Minute ;
While all she prates has nothing in it,
Whole Hours can with a Coxcomb fit,
And take his Nonsense all for Wit ;
Her Learning mounts to read a Song;
But, half the Words pronouncing wrong i
Has ev'ry Rapartee in Store,
She spoke ten Thousand Times before,
Can ready Compliments supply
On all Occasions, cut and dry,
Such Hatred to a Parson's Gown,
The Sight will put her in a Swoon,
For Conversation well endu'd ;
She calls it witty to be rude ;
And, placing Raillery in Railing;
Will tell aloud your greatest Failing :
Nor makes a Scruple to expose
Your bandy Leg, or crooked Nose,
Can at her Morning Tea, run o'er
The Scandal of the Day before,


Improving hourly in her Skill,
To cheat and wrangle at Quadrille.

In chusing Lace a Critick nice,
Knows to a Groat the lowest Price ;
Can in her Female Clubs dispute
What Lining best the Silk will fuit ;
What Colours each Complexion match,
And where with Art to place a Patch,

If chance a Mouse creeps in her Sight, Can finely counterfeit a Fright; So, sweetly screams if it comes near her, She ravishes all Hearts to hear her. Can dextrously her Husband teize, By taking Fits whene'er she please : By frequent Practice learns the Trick At proper Seasons to be fick ; Thinks nothing gives one Airs. so pretty ; At once creating Love and Pity. If Molly happens to be careless, And but neglects to warm her Hair-Lace, She gets a Cold as sure as Death; And vows she scarce can fetch her Breath : Admires how modest Women can Be so robuftious like a Man.

In Party, furious to her Power :
A bitter Whig, or Tory fow'r.
Her Arguments directly tend
Against the Side she would defend :



herself a Tory plain,
From Principles the Whigs maintain ;
And, to defend the Whiggish Cause,
Her Topicks from the Tories draws,

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Man can find
More Virtues in a Woman's Mind,
Let them be sent to Mrs. * Harding,
She'll pay the Charges to a Farthing;
Take Notice, she has my Commission
To add them to the next Edition :
They may out-fell a better Thing;
So, Halloo Boys! God save the King:

* A Printer,

On the five Ladies at Sots-Hole, with

the Doctor at their Head.

The Ladies treated ibe Doctor.

Sent es from an Officer in the Army.

Written in the Year 1728.


AIR Ladies, Number five,

Who in your merry Freaks, With little Tom contrive

To fealt on Ale and Steaks,

While he fits by a Grinning ,

To see you safe in * Sots-Hole, Set up with greafy Linnen,

And neither Mugs nor Pots whole,
Alas! I never thought

A Priest would please your Palate ;
Besides, I'll hold a Groat,
put you

in a Ballad: Where I shall see your Faces

On Paper daub'd so foul, They'll be no more like Graces,

Than Venus like an Owl. And we shall take you rather

To be a Midnight Pack
Of Witches met together,

With Belzebub in Black,
It fills my Heart with Woe,

To think such Ladies fine,
Should be reduc'd so low,

To treat a dull Divine : Be by a Parfon cheated ! Had

you been cunning Stagers, You might yourselves be treated

By Captains and by Majors. See how Corruption grows,

While Mothers, Daughters, Aunts, Instead of powder'd Beaus,

From Pulpits chufe Gallants,

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* A famous Alç-house in Dublin for Beef-stakes.


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