The practis'd languifh, where well-feign'd defire What world of fashions, took its rife from hence! Then plots and fair excufes fill'd her brain, The views of breaking am'rous vows for gain.. The The price of favors; the defigning arts He Full on the Fair his beams Apollo flung, gave And fond perfuafion tip'd her easy tongue; Those facred virgins whom the Bards revere, Tun'd all her voice, and shed a sweetness there, To make her fenfe with double .charms abound, Or make her lively nonsense pleafe by found. To drefs the maid, the decent Graces brought A robe in all the dies of beauty wrought, And plac'd their boxes o'er a rich brocade, Where pictur'd Loves on ev'ry cover plaid; Then spread thofe implements that Vulcan's art Had fram'd to merit Cytherea's heart; The The wire to curl, the close-indented comb To call the locks that lightly wander, home; Fair Flora lent her ftores, the purpled Hours When Venus' ftatues have a robe to wear. The new-fprung creature finish'd thus for harms, Adjusts her habit, practises her charms, With blushes glows, or fhines with lively smiles, A finer A finer flax than what they wrought before, Thro' time's deep cave, the Sifter Fates explore, Then fix the loom, their fingers nimbly weave, And thus their toil prophetic fongs deceive. Flow from the rock, my flax! and swiftly flow, Pursue thy thread; the spindle runs below. A creature fond and changing, fair and vain, The creature woman, rifes now to reign. New beauty blooms, a Beauty form'd to fly; New love begins, a love produc'd to die; New parts diftrefs the troubled scenes of life, The fondling mistress, and the ruling wife. Men, born to labour, all with pains provide ; Women have time, to facrifice to pride: They want the care of man, their want they know, And dress to please with heart-alluring show, The show prevailing, for the sway contend, And make a fervant where they meet a friend. Thus in a thousand wax-erected forts A loitering race the painful bee supports, From From fun to fun, from bank to bank he flies, Fond to relieve, or refolute to share : With wafting airs the winds obfequious blow, And land the shining vengeance safe below.! The prefent treach'rous, but the bearer more, 1 'Twas |