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My money, Sir! what all ? 6 Why,—if I must-(then wept) I give it Paul." The manor, Sir?" The manor ! hold,” he cry'd, * Not that,- I cannot part with that” - and dy'd.
And you, brave COBHAM! to the latest breath, Shall feel your ruling passion strong in death: Such in those moments as in all the past; « Oh, save my country, Heav'n!” shall be
VER. 261. and dy'd.] Sir William Bateman used those very words on his death-bed, but Euclio is supposed to have been designed for Sir Charles Duncombe of Helmsley.
TO A LADY.
Of the CHARACTERS of WOMEN.
NOTHING so true as what you once let fall,
“ Most women have no characters at all." Matter too soft a lasting mark to bear, And best distinguish'd by black, brown, or fair. How many pictures of one nymph we view, 5 All how unlike each other, all how true ! Arcadia's countess, here, in ermin’d pride, Is there, Pastora by a fountain side. Here Fannia, leering on her own good man, And there, a naked Leda with a swan. Let then the fair-one beautifully cry, In Magdalen's loose hair and lifted eye, Or drest in smiles of sweet Cecilia shine, With simp'ring angels, palms, and harps divine ; Whether the charmer sinner it, or saint it, 15 If folly grow romantic, I must paint it. VOL. III.
Come then, the colours and the ground prepare ! Dip in the rainbow, trick her off in air ; Chuse a firm cloud, before it fall, and in it
19 Catch, ere she change, the Cynthia of this minute.
Rufa, whose eye quick-glancing o'er the park,
How soft is Silia! fearful to offend; The frail one's advocate, the weak one's friend. 30 *To her, Calista prov'd her conduct nice ; And good Simplicius ‘asks of her advice. Sudden, she storms ! she raves! You tip the wink, But spare your .censure; Silia does not drink. All eyes may see from what the change arose, 35 All
eyes may see a pimple on her nose. Papillia, wedded to her am'rous spark, Sighs for the shades !—“How charming is a Park !” A park is purchas'd, but the fair he sees
39 All bath'd in tears—“Oh odious, odious trees !”
Ladies, like variegated tulips, show, 'Tis to their changes half their charms we owe;
VER. 24. As Sappbo's di'monds, &'c.] It appears very clear that by Sappho, throughout, Lady Montagu must have been meant.
Fine by defect, and delicately weak,
Narcissa's nature, tolerably mild,
heathen in the carnal part, Yet still a sad, good Christian at her heart.
VER. 68. Yet still a sad] Thought to be designed for the then Duchess of Hamilton.
See sin in state, majestically drunk ; Proud as a peeress, prouder as a punk;
70 Chaste to her husband, frank to all beside, A teeming mistress, but a barren bride. What then ? let blood and body bear the fault, Her head's untouch'd, that noble seat of thought : Such this day's doctrine in another fit
75 She sins with poets through pure love of vit. What has not fir'd her bosom or her brain ? Cæsar and Tall-boy, Charles and Charlemaʼne. As Helluo, late dictator of the feast, The nose of Hautgout and the tip of Taste,
Flavia's a wit, has too much sense to pray;
Ver. 70. Proud as a peeress, Designed for the Duchess of Marlborough, who so much admired Congreve ; and after his death caused a figure of wax-work to be made of him, and placed fre. quently at her table. Ver. 77. What has not fir'd, &c.] In the MS.
In whose mad brain the mixt ideas roll