Still in constraint your fuff'ring Sex remains,
Or bound in formal, or in real chains:

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Whole years neglected, for fome months ador'd,
The fawning Servant, turns a haughty Lord.
Ah quit not the free innocence of life,
For the dull glory of a virtuous Wife;
Nor let falfe Shews, or empty Titles please :
Aim not at Joy, but reft content with Ease.

The Gods, to curfe Pamela with her pray'rs,
Gave the gilt Coach and dappled Flanders Mares,
The fhining robes, rich jewels, beds of state, 51
And, to compleat her blifs, a Fool for Mate.
She glares in Balls, front Boxes, and the Ring,
A vain, unquiet, glitt'ring, wretched Thing!
Pride, Pomp, and State but reach her outward part;
She fighs, and is no Duchess at her heart.

you

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But, Madam, if the fates withstand, and Are deftin'd Hymen's willing Victim too; Trust not too much your now refifstless charms, Thofe, Age or Sickness, foon or late, difarms: 60 Good humour only teaches charms to last, Still makes new conquefts, and maintains the past; Love, rais'd on Beauty, will like that decay, Our hearts may bear its flender chain a day;

As flow'ry bands in wantonnefs are worn,

A morning's pleasure, and at evening torn;
This binds in ties more eafy, yet more strong,
The willing heart, and only holds it long.

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Thus Voiture's early care ftill fhone the fame, And Monthaufier was only chang'd in name: 70 By this, ev'n now they live, ev'n now they charm, Their Wit ftill fparkling, and their flames ftill

warm.

Now crown'd with Myrtle, on th' Elyfian coaft, Amid thote Lovers, joys his gentle Ghost: Pleas'd, while with finiles his happy lines you view, And nods a fairer Rambouillet in you.

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The boghted eyes of France infpir'd his Mufe;
The boghad eyes of 5. itain now peruse;
And shed, ex belg, s our Author's pride
Melanie who charm the world befide.

EPISTLE

To the fame,

On her leaving the Town after the

CORONATION.

S fome fond Virgin, whom her mother's care
Drags from the Town to wholesome Coun-
try air,

Just when she learns to roll a melting eye,
And hear a spark, yet think no danger nigh;
From the dear man unwilling she must sever, 5
Yet takes one kiss before she
parts for ever:

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Thus from the world fair Zephalinda flew,
Saw others happy, and with fighs withdrew;
Not that their pleasures caus'd her discontent,
She figh'd not that they stay'd, but that she went.
She went, to plain-work, and to purling brooks,
Old-fashion'd halls, dull Aunts, and croaking rooks:
She went from Op'ra, Park, Affembly, Play,
To morning-walks, and pray'rs three hours a day;
Coronation.] Of King George the firft, 1715. P.

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Te mul end t her try tea,

& de cod code we with the spoon,

Court ne low Cock, and he exact at noon;

Svar hans and prer for that's the way to heav'n.

Aire Sale, has you make delight to rack; Site Whol games Whol tret a toast in fack ;

↑ Jan, prelena yon birds,

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Cher prose, macking bulk, and cries,–No words!

blowing from the stable,

with pak, and knees beneath a table;

as but, the his jets are coarfe,

things—but his horfe. 30

on your elbow laid,

the rural fhade;

coal the fancy & Icene,

green;

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Dukes, and garter'd

While the spread fan o'ershades your closing eyes;
Then give one flirt, and all the vifion flies.
Thus vanish fceptres, coronets, and balls,
And leave you in lone woods, or empty walls! 40
So when your Slave, at fome dear idle time,
(Not plagu'd with head-achs, or the want of rhyme)
Stands in the streets, abftracted from the crew,
And while he seems to study, thinks of you;
Just when his fancy points your sprightly eyes, 45
Or fees the blush of soft Parthenia rise,

Gay pats my shoulder, and you vanish quite,
Streets, Chairs, and Coxcombs rush upon my fight;
Vex'd to be ftill in town, I knit
my brow,

Look four, and hum a Tune, as you may now. 50