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Pictures like these, (dear Madam) to design,
Asks no firm hand, and no unerring line;
Some wandring Touches, some reflected Light,
Some flying Stroke, alone can hit them right:
For how should equal Colours do the knack,
Camelions who can paint in White and Black?
Asks no firm hand, and no unerring line;
Some wandring Touches, some reflected Light,
Some flying Stroke, alone can hit them right:
For how should equal Colours do the knack,
Camelions who can paint in White and Black?
In publick Stations Men sometimes are shown,
A Woman's seen in Private life alone:
Our bolder Talents in full view display'd,
Your Virtues open fairest in the Shade.
Bred to disguise, in Publick 'tis you hide;
Where none distinguish 'twixt your Shame and Pride,
Weakness or Delicacy; all so nice,
Each is a sort of Virtue, and of Vice.
A Woman's seen in Private life alone:
Our bolder Talents in full view display'd,
Your Virtues open fairest in the Shade.
Bred to disguise, in Publick 'tis you hide;
Where none distinguish 'twixt your Shame and Pride,
Weakness or Delicacy; all so nice,
Each is a sort of Virtue, and of Vice.
In sev'ral Men we sev'ral Passions find,
In Women, two almost divide the Kind,
Those only fix'd, they first or last obey;
The Love of Pleasures, and the Love of Sway.
In Women, two almost divide the Kind,
Those only fix'd, they first or last obey;
The Love of Pleasures, and the Love of Sway.
That,
