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A Fop their Passion, but their Prize a Sot,
Alive, ridiculous, and dead, forgot!
Alive, ridiculous, and dead, forgot!
Ah Friend! to dazzle let the Vain design,
To raise the Thought and touch the Heart, be thine!
That Charm shall grow, while what fatigues the Ring
Flaunts and goes down, an unregarded thing.
So when the Sun's broad beam has tir'd the sight,
All mild ascends the Moon's more sober light,
Serene in Virgin Modesty she shines,
And unobserv'd the glaring Orb declines.
To raise the Thought and touch the Heart, be thine!
That Charm shall grow, while what fatigues the Ring
Flaunts and goes down, an unregarded thing.
So when the Sun's broad beam has tir'd the sight,
All mild ascends the Moon's more sober light,
Serene in Virgin Modesty she shines,
And unobserv'd the glaring Orb declines.
Oh blest with Temper! whose unclouded ray
Can make to morrow chearful as to day;
That pleas'd can see a younger charm, or hear
Sighs for a Sister with unwounded ear;
That ne'er shall answer till a Husband cool,
Or, if you rule him, never show you rule;
Please by receiving, by submitting sway,
Yet have your humour most, when you obey;
Can make to morrow chearful as to day;
That pleas'd can see a younger charm, or hear
Sighs for a Sister with unwounded ear;
That ne'er shall answer till a Husband cool,
Or, if you rule him, never show you rule;
Please by receiving, by submitting sway,
Yet have your humour most, when you obey;
Let
