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FROM the dark caverns of the earth
Survey the’ attire of man, you'll trace
the matron's sight, We ask but faint supplies of light; Kindly our ancient girls regale With food, with fuel, and with ale. We, as associates to mankind, All act our various parts assign'd. No useless hands obstruct our schemes, We suit our numbers to our themes; Hence only two of us apply To form a bandage for the thigh; But when the gray industrious Peg Demands a vestment for the leg,
'Tis then in little crowds we join
Now, lasses, if our name you'll tell,
To you, fair maidens, I address,
Sent to adorn your life;
Shall first be made a wife.
From the dark womb of mother-earth,
To mortal's aid I come;
I many shapes assume.
Passive by nature, yet I'm made
As active as the roe;
Through flowery lawns I go.
When wicked men their wealth
consume, And leave their children
poor; To me their daughters often come,
And I increase their store.
The women of the wiser kind
Did never once refuse me; But yet I never once could find
That maids of honour use me.
The lily hand and brilliant eye
May charm without my aid;
And love inspire the maid.
her life, She must have wondrous store of gold,
Or make a wretched wife.
Although I never hope to rest,
I prostrate to the north.
If you suspect hypocrisy,
Or think me insincere; Produce the zealot, who like me
Can tremble and adhere.
I AM by nature soft as silk,
By India taught I spread his bed,
I AM a small volume, and frequently bound
In silk, satin, silver, or gold; My worth and my praises the females resound, females
science is told.
My leaves are all scarlet, my letters are steel,
Each letter contains a great treasure; To the poor they spell lodging and fuel and meal;
To the rich entertainment and pleasure.
The sempstress explores me by day and by night,
Not a page but she turns o'er and o'er; Though sometimes I injure the milliner's sight,
Still I add to her credit and store.
"Tis true I am seldom regarded by men,
Yet what would the males do without me? Let them boast of their head, or boast of their pen, Still vain is their boast if they flout me.
Inscribed 10 T. a. Esq. DEAR youth, to hoarded wealth a foe, Riches with faded lustre glow; Yes, dim the treasures of the mine, Unless with temperate use they shine: This stamps a value on the gold;So Proculeius thought of old. Soon as this generous Roman saw His father's sons proscribed by law, The knight discharged a parent's part, They shared his fortune and his heart. Hence stands consign'd a brother's name To immortality and fame. Would you true empire ascertain ? Curb all immoderate lust of gain : This is the best ambition known, A greater conquest than a throne. For know, should Avarice control, Farewell the triumphs of the soul. This is a dropsy of the mind, Resembling the corporeal kind;