Imatges de pàgina

Wou'd shew the Merits of the Cause,
Far better than consulting Laws.

In a glad Hour, Lucina's Aid
Produc'd on Earth a wond'rous Maid,
On whom the Queen of Love was bent
To try a new Experiment:
She threw her Law-books on the Shelf,
And thus debated with her self.

Since Men alledge, they ne'er can find
Those Beauties in a Female Mind,
Which raise a Flame that will endure
For ever, uncorrupt and pure ;
If 'tis with Reason they complain,
This Infant shall restore my Reign.
I'll search where ev'ry Virtue dwells,
From Courts inclusive, down to Cells,
What Preachers talk, or Sages write ;
These I will gather, and unite ;
And represent them to Mankind
Collected in that Infant's Mind.

This faid, she plucks in Heav'ns high Bowers,
A Sprig of Amaranthine Flow'rs;
In Nectar thrice infufeth Bays;
Three Times refin'd in Titan's Rays:
Then calls the Graces to her Aid ;
And sprinkles thrice the new-born Maid:
From whence the tender Skin assumes
A Sweetness above all Perfumes ;


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From whence a Cleanliness remains,
Incapable of outward Stains ;
From whence that Decency of Mind,
So lovely in the Female Kind;
Where not one careless Thought intrudes,
Less modest than the Speech of Prudes:
Where never Blush was call'd in Aid;
That fpurious Virtue in a Maid';
A Virtue but at second-hand;
They blush because they understand.

The Graces next wou'd act their Part,
And shew'd but little of their Art;
Their work was half already done,
The Child with native Beauty shone ;
The outward Form no Help requir’d:
Each breathing on her thrice, inspir'd
That gentle, soft, engaging Air,
Which, in old Times, adorn'd the Fair:
And said, " Vanesa be the Name,
" By which thou shalt be known to Fame:
" Vanessa, by the Gods enrolld:
" Her Name on Earth-shall not be told.

But still the Work was not compleat;
When Venus thought on a Deceit:
Drawn by her Doves, away she flies,
And finds out Pallas in the Skies:
Dear Pallas, I have been this Morn
To see a lovely Infant born:


A Boy in yonder Isle below,
So like my own, without his Bow :
By Beauty could your Heart be won,
You'd swear it is Apollo's Son

But it shall ne'er be said, a Child
So hopeful, has by me been spoild;
I have enough besides to spare,
And give him wholly to your Care.

Wisdom's above suspecting Wiles:
The Queen of Learning gravely smiles ;
Down from Olympus comes with Joy,
Mistakes Vanessa for a Boy ;
Then sows within her tender Mind
Seeds, long unknown to Womankind,
For manly Bosoms chiefly fit,
The Seeds of Knowledge, Judgment, Wit.
Her Soul was suddenly endu'd
With Justice, Truth and Fortitude;
With Honour, which no Breath can stain,
Which Malice must attack in vain ;

Heart and bounteous Hand :
But Pallas here was at a Stand ;
She knew in our degen’rate Days,
Bare Virtue could not live on Praise ;
That Meat must be with Money bought ;
She therefore, upon second Tho ,
Infus'd, yet as it were by Stealth,
Some small Regard for State and Wealth:
Vol. II.


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Of which, as she grew up, there stay'd
A Tincture in the prudent Naid:
She manag'd her Estate with Care,
Yet lik'd three Footmen to her Chair.
But, left he should neglect his Studies,
Like a young Heir, the thrifty Goddess
(For Fear young Master should be spoil'd,)
Wou'd use him like a younger Child;
And, after long computing, found.
'Twou'd come to just Five thousand Pound.


The Queen of Love was pleas'd, and proud, To see Vanessa thus endow'd ; She doubted not, but such a Dame Thro' ev'ry Breast would dart a Flame; That ev'ry rich and lordly Swain With Pride would drag about her Chain ; That Scholars would forsake their Books, To study bright Vanessa's Looks : As she advanc'd, that Womankind Wou'd by her Model form their Mind; And all their Conduct would be try'd By her, as an unerring Guide, Offending Daughters oft' would hear Vanessa's Praise rung in their Ear: Miss Betty, when she does a Fault, Lets fall her Knife, or spills the Salt, Will thus be by her Mother chid ; 'Tis what Vanessa never did.”


Thus, by the Nymphs and Swains ador'd,
My Pow'r fhall be again restor’d,
And happy Lovers bless my Reign-
So Venus hop'd, but hop'd in vain.

For, when in Time, the Martial Maid
Found out the Trick, that Venus play'd,
She shakes her Helm, she knits her Brows,
And fir'd with Indignation vows,
To-morrow 'ere the setting Sun,
She'd all undo, that she had done.

But, in the Poets we may find,
A wholesome Law, Time out of Mind,
Had been confirm’d by Fate's Decree ;
That Gods, of whatsoe 2016

Resume not what themselves have giv'n,
Or any Brother God in Heav'n :,
Which keeps the Peace among the Gods,
Or, they must always be at Odds,
And Pallas, if she broke the Laws,
Must yield her Foe the stronger Cause ;
A Shame to one, so much ador'd
For Wisdom at Jove's Council-Board.
Besides, the fear'd, the Queen of Love
Wou'd meet with better Friends above :
And tho' she must with Grief reflect,
To see a Mortal Virgin deck'd
With Graces hitherto unknown.
To Pemale Breasts except her own;

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