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Superiors ? death! and equals ? what a curse!
150 Pictures, like these, dear madam, to design, Asks no firm hand, and no unerring line; Some wandering touches, some reflected light, Some flying stroke alone can hit them right: For how should equal colours do the knack ? Chameleons who can paint in white and black?
• Yet Chloe sure was form’d without a spot." — Nature in her then err'd not, but forgot. • With every pleasing, every prudent part, 159 Say, what can Chloe want ??-She wants a heart. She speaks, behaves, and acts just as she ought; But never, never reach'd one generous thought. Virtue she finds too painful an endeavour, Content to dwell in decencies for ever. So very reasonable, so unmoved, As never yet to love, or to be loved. She, while her lover pants upon her breast, Can mark the figures on an Indian chest; And when she sees her friend in deep despair, Observes how much a chintz exceeds mohair. 170 Forbid it, Heaven, a favour or a debt She e'er should cancel—but she may forget. Safe is your secret still in Chloe's ear; But none of Chloe's shall you ever hear. Of all her dears she never slander'd one, But cares not if a thousand are undone.
Would Chloe know if you're alive or dead?
But grant, in public men sometimes are shewn, A woman's seen in private life alone :
200 Our bolder talents in full light display'd; Your virtues open fairest in the shade. Bred to disguise, in public 'tis you hide ; There, none distinguish 'twixt your shade or pride, Weakness or delicacy; all so nice, That each may seem a virtue or a vice.
In men we various ruling passions find; In women, two almost divide the kind : Those, only fix'd, they first or last obey, The love of pleasure, and the love of sway.
Men, some to business, some to pleasure take;
Pleasures the sex, as children birds, pursue,
240 Still round and round the ghosts of beauty glide, And haunt the places where their honour died.
See how the world its veterans rewards!
Ah, friend! to dazzle let the vain design ; 249
0! bless'd with temper, whose unclouded ray Can make to-morrow cheerful as to-day; She who can love a sister's charms, or hear Sighs for a daughter with unwounded ear ; 200
She who ne'er answers till a husband cools ;
And yet, believe me, good as well as ill,
TO ALLEN, LORD BATHURST.
of the Use of Riches. That it is known to few, most falling into one of the extremes,
avarice or profusion, ver. 1, &c. The point discussed, whether the invention of money has been more cominodious or pernicious to mankind, ver. 21 to 77. That riches, either to the avaricious or the prodigal, cannot afford happiness, scarcely necessaries, ver. 89 to 160. That avarice is an absolute frenzy, without an end or purpose, ver. 113, &c. 152. Conjectures about the motives of avaricious men, ver. 121 to 153. That the conduct of men with respect to riches, can only be accounted for by the order of Providence, which wc:ks the general good out of extremes, and brings all to its great end by perpetual revolutions, ver. 161 to 178. How a miser acts upon principles which appear to him reasonable, ver. 179. How a prodigal does the same, ver. 199. The true medium, and true use of riches, ver. 219. The man of Ross, ver. 250. The fate of the profuse and the covetous, in two examples; both miserable in life and in death, ver. 300, &c. The story of Sir Balaam, ver. 339 to the end.
This Epistle was written after a violent outcry against our author, on a supposition that he had ridiculed a worthy uobleman, merely for his wrong taste. He justified himself upon that article in a letter to the Earl of Burlington; at the end of which are these words : 'I have learnt that there are some who would rather be wicked than ridiculous: and therefore it may be safer to attack vices than follies. I will therefore leave my betters in the quiet possession of their idols, their groves, and their high-places; and change my subject from their pride to their meanness, from their vanities to their miseries; and as the only certain way to avoid misconstruction, to lessen offence, and not to mul. tiply ill-natured applications, I may probably in my next
make use of real cames instead of fictitious ones." X P. Who shall decide when doctors disagree,
And soundest casuists doubt, like you and me?
But I, who think more highly of our kind (And, surely, Heaven and I are of a mind),