IV.

If from Simplicity you range,

If Shew and Form controul Ye;

Your Charms to Ugliness you'll change,
Your Prudence into Folly.

V.

For Affectation looks fo foul,

When Man or Maid it feizes;

That neither then the nobleft Soul,
Nor fairest Body, pleases.

VI.

Whoe'er to play the Coxcomb's Part
By niggard Nature's driv❜n,

May Pardon find; but Fools by Are
Can never be forgiv❜n.

VII.

Remember you, for others will,

That Woman is a Creature,

Of Flatt'ry vain, expos'd to Ill,

And doubly frail by Nature.

VIII.

Should the for Art and Learning glow,

Applaufe and Glory wooing,

On lofty Verse her Time bestow

(As you may now be doing:)

IX.

Yet ftill, to rule her House aright
Would better far become her,

Than to furpass the noblest Flight
In Milton or in Homer.

X.

What tho' her Youth may Hearts engage?

Her Bloom will quickly leave her;
The certain Spoil of coming Age,
If 'fcaping from a Fever.

XI. What

XI.

What tho' her Wit fhould never fail?

How few will long endure her?

The Ship that Ballast wants, by Sail

Is overfet the furer.

XII.

Who jefts alike on Friends and Foes,

With Rall'ry all retorting;

Her Folly she in Earnest shows,

And only Wit in sporting.

XIII.

'Tis hard to govern witty Spleen, Suit Perfons, Place, Occafion;

'Tis more one Satyr to keep in,

Than 'tis to make a Thousand..

XIV.

Suppose a Damfel, unconfin'd

By Decency or Duty,

Exult

Exulting in her haughty Mind,

With Riches, Wit, and Beauty:

XV.

Her Treasure, more than Mifer's Eye
By South-Sea aim'd at getting,
Enough all forfeit Land to buy,

Nay all the Land of Britain:

XVI.

A Cleveland for her Beauty nam'd,
Than Dorchefter more witty;

For Learning more than Elftob fam'd';

For Poetry, than Kitty:

XVII.

If fhe does nought but fwell and brag,
Her Talents have undone her;

The Wife will fly her like the Plague,

The Tokens are upon her.

XVIII. What

XVIII.

What's Beauty, Wealth, and Wit beside?

Nor God, nor Man will love her;

For tho' fhe were an Angel, Pride
Will make a Devil of her.

On a Weather-Cock erected in a clofe Place.

N

O more let Men of Simile

Describe Inconftancy by me;

Nor each prevaricating Block

head, ftreight be call'd a Weather-Cock.

For, know, I am erected here,

To quit that fhuffling Character.

And Snug's the Word, I keep my Pofture,
Blow as ye will, Lybs Notus Aufter.

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