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One certain portrait may (I grant) be seen, Which Heaven has varnish'd out, and made a queep ; The same for ever! and described by all With truth and goodness, as with crown and ball, Poets heap virtues, painters gems at will, And show their zeal, and hide their want of skill. 'Tis well--but artists! who can paint or write, To draw the naked is your true delight. That robe of quality so trusts and swells, None see what parts of nature it conceals : 190 The exactest traits of body or of mind, We owe to models of an humble kind, If Queensberry to strip there's no compelling, 'Tis from a handmaid we must take a Helen. From peer or bishop 'tis no easy thing To draw the man who loves his God or king; Alas! I copy (or my draught would fail) From honest Mahomet or plain parson Hale.
But grant, in public men sometimes are shown, A woman's seen in private life alone ;
200 Our bolder talents in full light display'd Your virtues open fairest in the shade. Bred to disguise, in public 'tis you hide; There, none distinguish 'twixt your shame or pride, Weakness or delicacy; all so nice,
; That each may seem a virtue or a vice.
In men we various ruling passions find; In women, two almost divide the kind: Those, only fix'd, they first or last obey, 'The love of pleasure, and the love of sway. 210 That nature gives : and where the lesson taught Is but to please, can pleasure seem a fault? Experience, this ; by man's oppression cursed,
They seek the second not to lose the first.
Men, some to business, some to pleasure take ;
Yet mark the fate of a whole sex of queens !
Pleasures the sex, as children birds pursue,
240 Still round and round the ghosts of beauty glide, And haunt the places, where their honour died.
See how the world its veterans rewards! A youth of frolics, an old age of cards
; Fair to no purpose, artful to no end, Young without lovers, old without a friend ;
A fop their passion, but their prize a sot,
Ah, friend ! to dazzle let the vain design; 249
0! bless'd with temper, whose unclouded ray
And yet, believe me, good as well as ill,
Shakes all together, and produces--you.
280 Be this a woman's fame; with this unbless'd, Toasts live a scorn, and queens may die a jest. This Phæbus promised (I forget the year) When those blue eyes first opend on the sphere; Ascendant Phæbus watch'd that hour with care, Averted half your parent's simple prayer ; And gave you beauty, but denied the pelf That buys your sex a tyrant o'er itself. The generous god, who wit and gold refines, And ripens spirits as he ripens mines,
290 Kept dross for dutchesses, the world shall know it, To you gave sense, good-humour, and a poet.
TO ALLEN, LORD BATHURST,
Of the Use of Riches.
That it is known to few, most falling into one of the extremes,
avarice or profusion, ver, 1, &c. The point discussed, whether the invention of money has been more commodious or pernicious to mankind, ver. 21 to 77. That riches, either to the avaricious or the prodigal, cannot afford happiness, scarcely necessaries, ver. 89 to 160. That avarice is an absolute frenzy, without an end or purpose, ver. 113, &c. 152. Conjectures about the motives of avaricious men, ver. 121 to 153. That the conduct of men with respect to riches, can only be accounted for by the order of Providence, which works the general good out of extremes, and brings all to its great end by perpetua revolutions, ver. 161 to 178. How a miser acts upon principle which appear to him reasonable, ver. 179. How a prodigal doe
the same, ver. 199. The true medium, and true use of riches, ver. 219. The man of Ross, ver. 250. The fate of the profuse, and the covetous, in two examples : both miserable in life and in death, ver. 300, &c. The story of Sir Balaarn, ver. 339 to the end.
This epistle was written after a violent outcry against our author, on a supposition that he had ridiculed a worthy nobleman, merely for his wrong taste. He justified himself upon that article in a letter to the Earl of Burlington, at the end of which are these words: • I have learnt that there are sume who would rather be wicked than ridiculous: and therefore it
may be safer to attack vices than follies. I will therefore leave my betters in the quiet possession of their ido their groves and their high-places, and change my subject from their pride to their meanness, from their vanities to their miseries; and as the only certain way to avoid misconstructions, to lessen offence, and not to multiply ill-natured applications, I may probably in my next make use of real names instead of fictitious ones.
P. Wuo shall decide when doctors disagree,
But I, who think more highly of our kind (And, surely Heaven and I are of a mind.) Opine that nature, as in duty bound,