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As masters in the Glare-obscure,
With various light your eyes allure:: :
A flaming yellow here they spread; .
Draw off in blue or charge in red:
Yet from these colours odly mix’d,
Your light upon the whole is fix’d.
Or as, again, your courtly dames
(Whose cloaths returning birth-day.claims);
By arts improve the stuffs they vary; .
And things are best as most contrary.
The gown with stiff embroid'ry shining,
Looks charming with a flighter lining :
The out, if Indian figures stain,
The in-fide must be rich and plain.
So you, great authors, have thought fit,,
To make digression femper wit:
When arguments too fiercely glare,
You calm 'em with a milder air :
To break their points, you turn their force ;:
And Furbelow the plain discourse.
Richard, quoth Mat, these words of thine Speak something fly, and something fine : But I shall e'en resume my theme;. However thou may'st praise, or blame.
As people marry now, and settle ;.
Fierce love abates his usual metile :
Worldly desires, and household cares.
Difturb the godhead's soft affairs;
So now, as health or temper changes,
In larger compass Alma ranges,
This day below, the next above ;
As light or folid whimGies, moren
So merchant has his house in town, .
And country-seat near Banfted down ;
From one he dates his foreign letters,
Sends out his goods, and duns his debtors:
In t'other, at his hours of leisure, .
He smoaks his pipe, and takes his pleasure.
And now your matrimonial Cupid,
Lash'd on by time, grows tir'd and fupid..
For story and experience tell us, .
That man grows cold, and woman jealous..
Both would their little ends fecure :
He sighs for freedom, she for pow'r.
His wishes tend abroad to roam ; .
And hers, to domineer at home.
Thus passion Alags by flow degrees;
And ruffled more, delighted less,
The busy mind does seldom go
To those once charming seats below ::
But, in the breast incamp'd, prepares .
For well-bread feints, and future wars.
The man suspects his lady's crying
(When he last autumn lay a-dying).
Was, but to gain him to appoint her
By codicil a larger jointure...
The woman finds it all a trick, .
That he could swoon, when she was sick;
And knows, that in that griet he reckon'd:
On black-ey'd Susan for his second.
Thus having ftrove fome tedious years, With feign'd desires, and real fears ;. And tir'd with answers and repliesy Qft John affirms, and Martha lies;'.
Leaving this endless altercation,
The mind affects a higher station.
Poltis, that gen'rous King of Thrace,
I think, was in this very case.
All Asia now was by the ears':
And gods beat up for voluntiers
To Greece, and Troy; while Poltis fat
In quiet, governing his state.
And whence, said the pacific king,
Does all this noise, and discord spring -
Why, Paris took Atrides' wife
With ease I could compose this strife :
The injur'd hero should not lose,
Nor the young lover want a spouse:
But Helen chang'd her first condition, '
Without her husband's just permission.
What from the dame can Paris hope ?
She may as well from him elope.
Again, how can her old good-man
With honour take her back again ?
From hence I logically gather,
The woman cannot live with either.
Now I have two right honest wives,
. For whose possession no man strives :
One to Atrides I will send ;
And t'other to my Trojan friend,
Each prince shall thus with honour have,
What both so warmly seem to crave :
The wrath of gods, and man shall cease;
And Poltis live and die in peace.
Dick, if this story pleaseth thee, : Pray thank Dan Pope, who told it me.
Howe'er swist Alma's flight may vary, (Take this by way of Corollary :) Some limbs the finds the very fame, In place, and dignity, and name : These dwell at such convenient distances, That each may give his friend asistance. Thus he who runs or dances, begs The equal vigour of two legs ; So much to both does Alma trust, She ne'er regards, which goes the first: Teague could make neither of them ftayo When with himself he ran away. The man who struggles in the fight, Fatigues left arm as well as right: For whilft one hand exalts the blow, And on the earth extends the foe ; T'other would take it wond'rous ill,. If in your pocket he lay still. And when you shoot and shut one eyes You cannot think, he would deny To lend the other friendly aid, Or wink, as coward, and afraid. No, Sir ; whilft he withdraws his flame; His comrade takes the surer ainm. One moment if his beams recede ; As soon as e'er the bird is deada. Opening again, he lays his claim: To half the profit, half the fame; And helps to pocket up the game. 'Tis thus, one tradesman·flips away, To give his partner fairer play.
Some limbs again in bulk or stature
Unlike, and not a-kin by nature,
In concert act, like modern friends
Because one serves the other's ends.
The arm thus waits upon the heart,
So quick to take the bully's part :
That one, though warm, decides more low
Than t'other executes the blow.
A stander-by may chance to have it,
Ere Hack himself perceives he gave it.
The am'rous eyes thus always go
A-strolling for their friends below:
For long before the 'Squire and dame
Have tete a tete reliev'd their flame ;
Ere visits yet are brought about,
The eye by sympathy looks out;
Knows Florimel, and longs to meet her:
And, if he-fees, is sure to greet her,
Though at fath-window, on the stairs,
At court, nay (authors say) at pray'rs.-
The funeral of some valiant knight
May give this thing its proper light.
View his two gauntlets : these declare
That both his hands were us’d to war.
And from his two gilt spurs 'tis learn'd
His feet were equally concern’d.
But have you not with thought beheld
The sword hung dangling o'er the shield?
Which shows the breast, that plate was us’d to,
Had an ally right arm to trust to :
And by the peep. holes in his crest,
Is it not virtually confest,