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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 drejt in smiles of sweet Cecilia chine,
With fimp'ring Angels, Palms, and Harps divine;
Whether the Charmer finner it, or faint it, 15
If Folly grow romantic, I mult paint it.

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

lg Catch, ere the 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;

tain-Leda with a fwan. -- Magdalen-Cecilia-] Attitudes in which several ladies affected to be drawn, and sometimes one lady in them all. -- The poet's politeness and complaisance to the sex is observable in this instance, amongst others, that, whereas in the Characters of Men, he has sometimes made uke of real names, in the Characters of Women always fictitious,

VER. 20. Catch, ere she change, the Cyntbia of ibis zinute.] Alluding to the precept of Fresnoy,

formæ veneres captando fugaces. VER. 21. Instances of contrarieties, given even from such Characters as are most strongly mark’d, and seemingly therefore most confiftent: As, I. In the Affected, x 21, etc.

Os Sappho at her toilet's greazy task,

25 Vith Sappho fragrant at an ev’ning Mask : 'o morning Insects that in muck begun, hine, buzz, and fly-blow in the fetting-fun.

How soft is Silia! fearful to offend; The frail one's advocate, the Weak one's friend. 30 To her, Calista prov'd her conduct nice; ind good Simplicius afks of her advice.

udden, the storms ! she raves! You tip the wink, But spare your censure ; Silia does not drink. Ill eyes may see from what the change arose,

35 Ill eyes may see-a Pimple on her nose.

Papillia, wedded to her am'rous spark, sighs for the shadesma" How charming is a Park!" A Park is purchas’d, but the Fair he fees cLacall bath'd in tears ---“ Oh odious, odious Trees !” 3 Ladies, like variegated Tulips, show;

41 Tis to their Changes half their charıns we owe; Fine by defect, and delicately weak, Their happy Spots the nice admirer take. is 'Twas thus Calypso once each heart alarm’d,

45 Aw'd without Virtue, without Beauty charmd ; Her Tongue bewitch'd as odly as her Eyes, Lefs Wit chan Mimic, more a Wit than wise; Strange graces still, and stranger flights she had, Was just not ugly, and was just not mad; 50

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VER, 29, and 37. II. Contrarieties in the Soft-natured.
VER. 45. III. Contrarieties in the Cunning and Artful.

Yet ne'er so sure our passion to create,
As when she touch'd the brink of all we hate.

Narcissa's nature, tolerably mild,
To make a wash, would hardly ftew a child ;
Has ev'n been prov'd to grant a Lover's pray'r, 55
And paid a Tradesman once to make him stare;
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 llave to Fame:
Now deep in Taylor and the Book of Martyrs,
Now drinking Citron with his Grace and Chartres:
Now Conscience chills her, and now Passion burns;
And Atheism ard Religion take their turns ; 66

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

Ver. 52. As when she touch'd the brink of all we hate.] Her charms consisted in the fingular turn of her vivacity; consequently the stronger she 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 fenfuality.

Ver. 53. IV. In the Whimsical.

VER. 57. --in a Chrißian 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 Christian bumour, it was only in a Christian trim.


See Sin in State, majestically drunk; Proud as a Peeress, prouder as a Punk ; Chaste to her Husband, frank to all befide, A teeming Mistress, but a barren Bride. What then ? let Blood and Body bear the fault, Her Head's untouch'd, that noble Seat of Thought : Such this day's doctrine-in another fit

75 She sins with Poets thro' pure Love of Wit. What has not fir'd her bosom or her brain ? Cæsar and Tall-boy, Charles and Charlema’ne. As Helluo, late Dictator of the Feast, The Nose of Hautgaut 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, lect’ring all mankind On the soft Passion, and the Taste refind, Th' Address, the Delicacy-stoops at once,

83 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;

VER. 69. V. In the Lewd and Vicious.
Ver. 87. Contrarieties in the Witty and Refin'd.


VER. 77. Wbat 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.

Nor asks of God, but of her Stars, to give
The mighty blessing, “ while we live, to live.” go
Then all for Death, that Opiate of the soul !
Lucretia's dagger, Rosamonda's bowl.
Say, what can cause such impotence of mind ?
A Spark too fickle, or a Spouse too kind.
Wite Wretch! with pleasures too refind 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 Ass fo meek, no Ass fo obflinate. Or her, that owns her Faults, but never mends, Because she's honeft, 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 vicissitude appears Of Mirth and Opium, Ratafie and Tears,



VER. 89. Nor asks of God, but of ber Stars, Dearb, tba: Opiate of the soul!) See Note on $ 90. of Ep. to Lord Cobbam.

VER. 107. Or ber, who laughs at Hell, but (like ber Grace) -Cries, Ab! how charming, if there'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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