'Tis true, when beauty dawns with early fire, You'll find your Fanny an obedient girl. So for the reft, with lefs incumbrance hung, You walk thro' life, unmingled with the young; And view the fhade and substance as you pass With joint endeavour trifling at the glass, Or Folly dreft, and rambling all her days, To meet her counterpart, and grow by praise: Yet Yet ftill fedate yourself, and gravely plain, 'Twas thus, if man with woman we compare, The wife Athenian croft a glittering fair, Unmov'd by tongues and fights, he walk'd the place, Thro' tape, toys, tinfel, gimp, perfume and lace ; Then bends from Mars's hill his awful eyes, And What a world I never want? he cries: But cries unheard: for folly will be free. So parts the buzzing gaudy crowd, and he: As careless he for them, as they for him; He wrapt in wisdom, and they whirl'd by whim. The The BOOK-W OR M. OME hither, boy, we'll hunt to-day The Book-Worm, ravening beast of prey, Produc'd by parent earth, at odds, To wound the bards of ancient time, Or down the vale of fancy go To tear fome modern wretch below. On ev'ry corner fix thine eye, Or ten to one he flips thee by. See See where his teeth a paffage eat: We'll roufe him from the deep retreat. But who the shelter's forc'd to give? From leaf to leaf, from fong to fong, Infatiate brute, whofe teeth abuse The sweetest fervants of the Muse. I took thee in the fact to fly.) They They rent Belinda's locks away,' And spoil'd the Blouzelind of Gay. For all, for ev'ry fingle deed, Then fall a victim to the Nine, My felf the priest, my desk the shrine. Hold, boy, thy band out-runs thy wit, Pray take your mortal Bards again. Come bind the victim, there he lies, And here between his num'rous eyes. This venerable duft I lay, From manuscripts juft swept away. The goblet in my hand I take, (For the libation's yet to make) Senfe |