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From eata refining fill ther go,

And lem the mortal weight below;
Then reads the ftrait, the doubtful clears,
And footh the rugged pappears;
Forcatom turns fatigue to exte,
And, taught by virtue, pia can please.
At length, the toilfore urney o'er,
And near the bright celeial fhore,
A gulf, black, scarfui, and profound,
Appears, of either world the bound,
Through carknets leading up to light;
Senie backward fhrinks, and thuns the fight;

For there the transitory train


Forth from her facred eyelids fent,
Like morn, fore-running radiance went,
While Honour, handmaid late affign'd,
Upheld her lucid train behind,

Awe-ftruck, the much-admiring crowd
Before the virgin vifion bow'd;
Gaz'd with an ever-new delight,
And caught fresh virtue at the fight;
For not of earth's unequal frame
They deem the heaven-compounded Dame;
If matter, fure the most refin'd,
High wrought, and temper'd into mind,
Some darling daughter of the day,
And bodied by her native ray.

Where'er the passes, thousands bend,
And thoufands where the moves attend ;
Her ways obfervant eyes confefs,
Her fteps pursuing praises blefs;
While to the elevated Maid
Oblations, as to heaven, are paid.

'Twas on an ever-blithsome day,
The jovial birth of rofy May,
When genial warmth, no more fuppreft,
Now melts the froft in ev'ry breast.
The cheek with fecret flushing dyes,
And looks kind things from chatteft eyes;
The fun with healthier vifage glows,
Afide his clouded kerchief throws,
And dances up th' ethereal plain,
Where late he us'd to climb with pain,
While nature, as from bonds fet free,
Springs out, and gives a loose to glee.

And now; for momentary reft,
The nymph her travell'd ftep reprefs'd,
Juft turn'd to view the stage attain’d,
And gloried in the height the gain`d.

Outitretch'd before her wide furvey
The realms of fweet perdition lay,
And pity touch'd her foul with woe,
To fee a world fo loft below;

Of time, and form, and care, and pain,
And matter's grofs incumb`ring mafs,
Man's late affociates, cannot país;
But, finking, quit th' immortal charge,
And leave the wond'ring foul at large;
Lightly the wings her obvious way,
And mingles with eternal day.

Thither, oh thither wing thy speed,
Tho pleasure charm, or pain impede;
To fuch th' all-bounteous Pow'r has given,
For present earth, a future heaven;
For triviale, unmeafur'd gain ;
And endless bifs for tranfient pain.
Then fear, ah! fear to turn thy fight
Where yonder flow'ry fields invite:
Wide on the left the pathway bends,
And with pernicious eafe defcends;
There, fweet to fenfe, aud fair to show,
New-planted Edens feem to blow,
Tres, that delicious poifon bear;
For death is vegetable there.

Hence is the frame of health unbrac'd,
Each new Lock hing at the tafte,
The foul to paffion yields her throne,
And fees with organs not her own;
Waile, like the dumb'rer in the night,
Plaas'd with the shadowy dream of light,

Before her alienated


The fcences of fairy-land arife;
The puppet world's amusing flow,
Dp'd in the gaily-colour'd bow,
Ses and wreaths, and glitt ring things,
Teos of infants and of kings,
Tpt along the baneful plain,
To wie and lightly vain,
Sa they unk-and rife no more.
on the guify thore.
But to what thy fates declare;
Thou art woman, frail as fair.
Methyliding foot fhould stray,
Once on heaven-appointed way,
For the lot maid, for thee alone,
Rech, forn, infamy, and hate,
Notfall plead, nor tears atone;
Ontly returning fteps fhall wait;
The form be loath'd by ev'ry eye,
And evry foot thy prefence fly.
Thus arm'd with words of potent found,
Take guardian angels plac'd around,
Acharm by truth divinely caft,
Forward our young advent'rer pafs'd;

When ftraight the breeze began to breathe
Airs, gently wafted from beneath,
That bore commiffion'd witchcraft thence,
And reach'd her fympathy of fenfe;-
No founds of difcord, that difclofe
A people funk and loft in woes,
But as of prefent good poffeft,
The very triumph of the bleft.
The Maid in rapt attention hung,"
While thus approaching Sirens fung:
Hither, faireft, hither hafte,
Brightest beauty, come and tafte
What the pow'rs of blifs unfold,
Joys too mighty to be told:
Tafte what ecftacies they give;
Dying raptures tafte, and live.

In thy lap, difdaining measure,
Nature empties all her treasure,
Soft defires, that fweetly languifh:
Fierce delights, that rife to anguish;
Faireft, doit thou yet delay?
Brightest beauty, come away..
Lift not, when the froward chide,
Sons of pedantry and pride,



Snarlers, to whose feeble sense
April's funshine is offence;
Age and envy will advise
Even against the joy they prize.
Come, in pleature's balmy bowl
Slake the thiritings of thy foul,
Till thy raptur'd pow'rs are fainting
With enjoyment past the painting;
Faireft, doft thou yet delay
Brightest beauty, come away.
So fuug the Sirens, as of yore,
Upon the falfe Aufonian fhore;
And O! for that preventing chain,
That bound Ulyffes on the main,
That fo our Fair One might withstand
The covert ruin, now at hand.

The fong her charm'd attention drew,
When now the tempters ftood in view;
Curiofity, with prying eyes,
And hands of busy bold emprife;
Like Hermes, feather'd were her feet;
And, like fore-running Fancy, fleet;
By fearch untaught, by toil untir'd,
To novelty the till afpir'd,
Taftelefs of every good poffeft,
And but in expectation bleft.

With her, affociate, Pleafure came,
Gay Pleasure, frolic-loving dame,
Her mien all (wimming in delight,
Her beauties half reveal'd to fight;
Loofe flow'd her garments from the ground,
And caught the kifling winds around,
As erft Medufa's looks were known
To turn beholders into ftone,
A dire reverfion here they felt,
And in the eye of Pleasure melt.

Her glance with fweet perfuafion charm'd,
Unnerv'd the ftrong, the fteel disarm'd;
No fafety ev'n the flying find,
Who, vent'rous, look but once behind.

Thus was the much-admiring Maid,
While diftant, more than half betray'd.
With fmiles, and adulation bland,
They join'd her fide, and feiz'd her hand;
Their touch envenom'd fweets initill'd,
Her frame with new pulfations thrill'd;
While half confenting, half denying,
Reluctant now, and now complying,
Amidft a war of hopes and fears,
Of trembling wifhes, fmiling tears,
Stui ɑown and down, the winning pair
Compell'd the ftruggling, yielding Fair.
As when fome stately velel, bound
To blett Arabia's diftant ground,
Borne from her courfes, haply lights
Where Barca's flow'ry clime invites,
Conceal'd around whole treach`rous land
Lurk the dire rock and dang rous fand;
The pilot warns, with fail and oar
To fhun the much-fufpected fhore,
In vai, the tide, too fubtly frong,
Still b is the wrestling bark along,
Till, found'ring, the refigns to f

And finka, o'erwhelm'd, with all her freight.

So, baffling ev'ry bar to fin,
And Heav'ns own pilot plac'd within,
Along the devious, fmooth defcent,
With pow'rs increafing as they went,
The dames, accustomed to subdue,
As with a rapid current drew,
And o'er the fatal bounds convey'd
The loft, the long-reluctant Maid.

Here ftop, ye fair ones, and beware,
Nor fend your fond affections there;
Yet, yet your darling, now deplor'd,
May turn to you and heav'n restor❜d;
Till then, with weeping Honour wait,
The fervant of her better fate;
With Honour, left upon the flore,
Her friend and handmaid now no more;
Nor, with the guilty world, upbraid
The fortunes of a wretch betray'd;
But o'er her failing caft a veil,
Rememb'ring you yourfelves are frail.

And now from all-enquiring light, Faft fled the conscious fhades of night; The Damfel, from a thort repofe, Confounded at her plight, arofe.

As when with flumb'rous weight oppre Some wealthy mifer finks to reft, Where felons eye the glitt ring prey, And fteal his hoard of joys away; He, borne where golden Indus it reams, Of pearl and quarry'd diamond dreams, Like Midas, turns the glebe to ore, And ftands all rapt amidst his ftore; But wakens, naked and defpoil'd, Of that for which his years had toil'd:

So far'd the Nymph, her treasure flown, And turn'd, like Niobe, to ftone; Within, without, obfcure and void, She felt all ravag'd, all destroy'd. And, O thou curs'd, infidious coaft! Are thefe the bleffings thou canst boatt ? Thefe, Virtue! thefe the joys they find, Who leave thy heaven-topt hills behind? Shade me, ye pines, ye caverns hide, Ye mountains, cover me, the cried.

Her trumpet Slander rais'd on high, And told the tidings to the fky; Contempt difcharg'd a living dart, A fide-long viper to her heart; Reproach breath'd poitons o'er her face, And foil'd aud blafted ev'ry grace; Othcious Shame, her handmaid new, Still turn'd the mirror to her view, While thefe in crimes the deepest dyed Approach'd to whiten at her fide: And ev'ry lewd infulting dame Upon her folly role to fame.

What thould the do? Attempt once mon To gain the late deferted fhore? So trufting, back the Mourner flew, As faft the train of fiends purfue... Again the farther fhore's attain'd, Again the land of virtue gain'd; But echo gathers in the wind, And thew Ler inftant foes behind.




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Where ate the left an hoit of friends;

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ger own that form divine:

fear they mark the following cry,
And from the lonely trembler fly,
Or backward drive her on the coaft,
Where peace was wreck'd and honour lost.
Foth teus hoping aid in vain,
To Have not daring to complain;
No truce by hoftile clamour given,
And the face of friendship driven,
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tuous winds be still,
Tambers bow'd each lift'ning hill,
Cacard the furging of the main
Admooth'd the thorny bed of pain;
tiden harp of heaven fhe ftrung,
As the tuneful goddess sung:

Lovely Penitent arife,
Come, and claim thy kindred skies;
Ce, thy filter angels fay
Thou has wept thy ftains away.
Let experience now decide
Twixt the good and evil tried;
Is the fmooth, enchanted ground,
Say, untold the treasures found.

Structures, rais'd by morning dreams;
Sands, that trip the fitting streams;
Down, that anchors on the air;
Cloud, that paint their changes there;

Seas, that fmoothly dimpling lie,
We the storm impends on high,
Shewing, in an obvious glafs,
Jays that in poffeffion país;

Transient, fickle, light, and gay,
Flatt'ring, only to betray;
What, alas. can life contain!
Life! like all its circles-vain.
Will the ftork, intending reft,
On the billow build her neft ?
Will the bee demand his store
From the bleak and bladeless shore ?

Man alone. intent to stray,
Ever turns from wifdom's way;
Lays up wealth in foreign land,
Sows the fea, and ploughs the fand.
Soon this elemental mass,


Soon the incumb'ring world fhall pass &
Form be wrapt in wafting fire,
Time be spent, and life expire.

Then, ye boafted works of men,
Where is your afylum then?
Sons, of pleasure, fons of care,
Tell me, mortals, tell me where ?

Gone, like traces on the deep,
Like a fceptred grafp'd in fleep,
Dews exhal'd from morning glades,
Melting fnows, and gliding fhades.

País the world, and what's behind?
Virue's gold. by fire refin'd;
From an universe deprav'd,
From the wreck of nature fav'd.

Like the life-fupporting grain,
Fruit of patience and of pain,
On the fwain's autumnal day,
Winnow'd from the chaff away.

Little trembler, fear no more,
Thou haft plenteous crops in ftore,
Seed, by genial forrows fown,
More than all thy fcorners own,

What tho' hoftile earth defpife,
Heaven beholds with gentler eyes;
Heaven thy friendlefs fteps fhall guide
Cheer thy hours and guard thy fide.

When the fatal trump fhall found,
When th' immortals pour around,
Heaven fhall thy return atteft,
Hail'd by myriads of the bleft.

Little native of the skies,
Lovely penitent, arise;
Calm thy bofom, clear thy brow,
Virtue is thy fifter now.

More delightful are my woes
Than the rapture pleasure knows:
Richer far the weeds I bring
Than the robes that grace a king.

On my wars of shortest date,
Crowns of endless triumph wait;
On my cares a period blest;
On my toils eternal rest.

Come, with Virtue at thy fide;
Come, be ev'ry bar defied,
Till we gain our native shore ;
Sifter, come, and turn no more.

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§ 325.

§ 325. FABLE XVI. Love and Vanity.
THE breezy morning breath'd perfume,
The wak'ning flow'rs unveil their bloom,
Up with the fun, from fhort repose,
Gay health and lufty labour rofe;
The milkmaid caroll'd at her pail,
And thepherds whittled o'er the dale:
When Love, who led a rural life,
Remote from bustle, ftate, and strife,
Forth from his thatch-roof'd cottage stray'd,
And ftroil'd along the dewy glade.

A Nymph, who lightly tripp'd it by,
To quick attention turn'd his eye;
He mark'd the gefture of the Fair,
Her felf-fufficient grace and air,
Her fteps that mincing, meant to please,
Her ftudied neglience and ease;
And curious to enquire what meant
This thing of prettiness and paint,
Approaching poke, and bow'd obfervant;
The lady fightly,-Sir, your fervant.
Such beauty in fo rude a place!
Fair one, you do the country grace;
At court no doubt the public care,
But Love has small acquaintance there.
Yes, Sir, replied the flutt'ring Dame,
This form confeffes whence it came;
But dear variety, you know,
Can make us pride and pomp forego.
My name is Vanity. I fway
The utmost islands of the fea;
Within my court all honour centres;
I raise the meanest foul that enters,
Endow with latent gifts and graces,
And model fools for pofts and places.

As Vanity appoints at pleasure,
The world receives its weight and measure;
Hence all the grand concerns of life,
Joys, cares, plagues, paffions, peace, and ftrife.
Reflect how far my pow'r prevails,
When I ftep in where nature fails,
And ev'ry breach of fenfe repairing,
Am bounteous ftill where heaven is fparing.
But chief in all their arts and airs,
Their playing, painting, pouts, and pray`rs,
Their various habits, and complexions,
Fits, frolics, foibles, and perfections,
Their robing, curling, and adorning,
From noon to night, from night to morning,
From fix to fixty, fick or found,
I rule the female world around.
Hold there a moment, Cupid cried,
Nor boaft dominion quite fo wide.
Was there no province to invade,
But that by Love and Mecknefs fway'd?
All other empire I refign;
But be the fphere of beauty mine.

For in the downy lawn of reft,
That opens on a woman's breast,
Attended by my peaceful train,
I choose to live, and choofe to reign.
Far-fighted faith I bring along,
And truth above an army strong;

And chastity of icy mould,
Within the burning tropics cold;
And lowlinefs to whofe mild brow
The pow'r and pride of nations bow;
And modefty, with downcaft eye,
That lends the morn her virgin dye;
And innocence, array`d in light;
And honour, as a tow'r upright;
With fweetly winning graces more
Than poets ever dreamt of yore,
In unaffected conduct free,
All fimiling fifters, three times three;
And rofy peace, the cherub bleft,
That nightly tings us all to reft.

Hence, from the bud of nature's prime,
From the first step of infant time,
Woman, th' world's appointed light,
Has fkirted ev'ry fhade with white;
Has ftood for imitation high,
To ev'ry heart and ev'ry eye,
From ancient deeds of fair renown,
Has brought her bright memorials down:
To time affix'd perpetual youth,
And form'd each tale of love and truth.

Upon a new Promethean plan She moulds the effence of a man, Tempers his mafs, his genius fires, And, as a better foul infpires.

The rude the foftens, warms the cold, Exalts the meek, and checks the bold, Calls floth from his fupine repofe, Within the coward's bofom glows, Of pride unplumes the lofty crest, Bid's bafhful merlt ftand confeft, And, like coarse metal from the mines, Collects, irridiates, and refines. The gentle fcience the imparts, All manners fmooths, informs all hearts; From her tweet inflnence are felt Paffions that please, and thoughts that melt To ftormy rage the bids centroul, And finks ferenely on the foul, Softens Deucalion's flinty race, And tunes the warring world to peace. Thus arm'd to all that's light and vain, And freed from thy fantaftic chain, She fills the fphere by Heaven affign'd, And, rul'd by me, o'er-rules mankind.

He fpoke, The Nymph impatient flood And, laughing, thus her fpeech renew'd:

And pray, Sir, may I be fʊ bold To hope your pretty tale is told; And next demand without a cavil, What new Utopia do you travel? Upon my word these high-flown fancies, Shew depth of learning in romances.

Why what unfafhion'd stuff you tell us Of buckram dames and tiptoe fellows! Go, child; and when your grown maturer, You'll fhoot yonr next opinion furer,

O fuch a pretty knack at painting! And all for foft'ning and for fainting! Guefs now, who can, a tingle feature, Thro' the whole piece of female nature;


Thea zza, my loofer hand may fit
The las, too coarfe for Love to hit.
Thad that woman, prone to changing,
The all the rounds of filly ranging,
Cc lite's uncertain ocean riding,
No reafon, rule, nor rudder guiding,
Is like the comet's wand ring light,
Eccentric, ominous, and bright;
Trackleis, and fhifting as the wind;
A fea, whote fathom one can find;
A moon, frill chunging and revolving;
A riddle, paff all buman solving;
A bills, a plague, a Leaven, a hell;
Afomething that no man can tell.
Now learn a keret from a friend,
But keep your counel, and attend.

Tho in their tempers thought fo diftant,
Nor with their fex nor felves confistent,
'Tis but the difference of a name,
And ev'ry woman is the fame;
For as the world, however varied,
And through unnumber'd changes carried,
Of elemental modes and forms,
Clonds, meteors, colours, calms and storms,
Tho' in a thou and fuits array'd,
Is of one fubject matter made;
So, Sir, a woman's conftitution,
The world's enigma, finds folution;
And let her form be what you will,
a the fubject esence still.

Still turns to each meander tame,
And fwims the straw of ev'ry stream,
Her foul intrinfic worth rejects,
Accomplish'd only in defects;
Such excellence is her ambition,
Folly her wifeft acquifition;
And even from pity and difdain
She 'll cul fome reason to be vain.

With the fint fpark of female fenfe,
The ípeck of being, I commence,
Wuhin the womb make fresh advances,
And diftate future qualms and fancies;
Thence in the growing form expand,
With childhood travel hand in hand,
And give a tale for all their joys
In gewgaws, rattles, pomp, and noise.

And now, familiar and unaw`d,
I tend the flutt ring foul abroad,
rais'd for her thape, her air, her mien,
The little goddess, and the queen,
akes at her infant fhrine oblation,
nd drinks fweet draughts of adulation,
Now blooming, tall, erect, and fair,
To drefs becomes her darling care;
The realms of beauty then I bound;

the hoop's enchanted round, rak in the waift's defcending fize, lav'd in the fnowy bosom, rise, 1g on the flowing lappet fail,

card in treffes, kifs the gale. ben to her glafs I lead the fair, ad thew the lovely idol there; rre, truck as by divine emotion, e boss with moft fincere devotion, od, namb'ring ev'ry beauty o'er, fret bids the world adore. Then all for parking and parading, Catting, dancing, masquerading: alls, plays, courts, and crowds what paffion! 1 churches, fometimes-if the fashion; woman's fenfe of right and wrong ral'd by the almighty throng;

Thus, Sir, from ev'ry form and feature,
The wealth and wants of female nature,
And ev'n from vice, which you 'd admire,
I gather fuel to my fire;
And on the very base of shame
Erect my monument of fame.

Let me another truth attempt,
Of which your godfhip has not dreamt.
Thofe fhining virtues, which you muster,
Whence think you they derive their lustre ?
From native honour and devotion?
O yes, a mighty likely notion!
Truft me, from titled dames to spinners,
'Tis I make faints, whoe'er makes finners;
'Tis I inftru&t them to withdraw,
And hold prefumptuous man in awe;
For female worth, as I infpire,

In juft degrees, ftill mounts the higher;
And virtue, fo extremely nice,
Demands long toil and mighty price,
Like Samfon's pillars, fix'd elate,
I bear the fex's tott'ring state,
Sap thefe, and in a moment's fpace
Down finks the fabric to its base.

Alike from titles and from toys
I fpring, the fount of female joys
In ev'ry widow, wife, and mifs,
The fole artificer of blifs;
For them each topic I explore,
I cleave the fand of ev'ry thore;
To them uniting Indias fail,
Sabaa breathes her farthest gale;
For them the bullion I refine,
Dig fenfe and virtue from the mine,
And from the bowels of invention
Spin out the various arts you mention;

Nor blifs alone my pow'rs bestow,
They hold the fov'reign balm of woe,
Beyond the ftoic's boasted art
I footh the heavings of the heart;
To pain give splendor and relief,
And gild the pallid face of grief.

Alike the palace and the plain
Admit the glories of my reign!
Thro' ev'ry age, in ev'ry nation,
Tafte, talents, tempers, state, and station,
Whate'er a woman fays, I fay;
Whate'er a woman fpends, I pay;
Alike I fill and empty bags,
Flutter in finery and rags,
With light coquettes thro' folly range,
And with the prude difdain to change.

And now you 'd think, 'twixt you and I,
That things were ripe for a reply-
But foft, and while I'am in the mocd,
Kindly permit me to conclude,

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