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Her knowledge with her fancy grew;
She hourly prefs'd for fomething new;
Heas came into her mind

So faft, his leffons lagg'd behind;
She reafon'd, without plodding long,
Nor ever gave her judgment wrong.
But now a fudden change was wrought:
She minds no longer what he taught.
Cadenus was amaz'd, to find
Such marks of a distracted mind:
For, though the feem'd to liften more

To all he spoke, than e'er before,

He found her thoughts would abfent range,

Yet gueis'd not whence could spring the change.
And frit he modeftly conjectures

His pupil might be tir'd with lectures;
Which help'd to mortify his pride,
Yet gave him not the heart to chide:
But, in a mild dejected strain,
At last he ventur'd to complain;
Said, she should be no longer teas'd,

Might have her freedom when the pleas'd;
Was now convinc'd he acted wrong,
To hide her from the world fo long,
And in dull ftudies to engage
One of her tender fex and age;
That every nymph with envy own'd,

How the might thine in the grand monde ;
And every thepherd was undone
To fee her cloister'd like a nun.
This was a vifionary scheme :

He wak'd, and found it but a dream;
A project far above his skill;
For nature must be nature still.
If he were bolder than became
A fcbolar to a courtly dame,

She might excufe a man of letters;
Thus tutors often treat their betters:
And, fince his talk offenfive grew,
He came to take his last adieu.

Vanessa, fill'd with ju✨ disdain,
Would ftill her dignity maintain,
Inftructed from her early years
To fcorn the art of female tears.

Had he employed his time fo long
To teach her what was right and wrong;
Yet could fuch notions entertain
That all his lectures were in vain ?

She cwn'd the wandering of her thoughts;
But he mud answer for her faults.
She well remember'd, to her coft,
That all his leffons were not loft.
Two maxims the could ftill produce,
And fad experience taught their use;
That virtue, pleas'd by being shown,
Knows nothing which it dares not own;
Can make us without fear disclose
Our inmoft fecrets to our foes:
That common forms were not defign'd
Directors to a noble mind.
Now, faid the nymph, to let you fee
My actions with your rules agree;
That I can vulgar forms defpife,
And have no fecrets to disguise:
I knew, by what you faid and writ,
How dangerous things were men of wit;
You caution'd-me against their charms,
Bat never gave me equal arms;

Your leffons found the weakest part,
Aim'd at the head, but reach'd the heart,
Cadenus felt within him rife
Shame, difappointment, guilt, furprife.
He knew not how to reconcile
Such language with her usual style:
And yet her words were fo expreft,
He could not hope the fpoke in jeft.
His thoughts had wholly been confin'd
To form and cultivate her mind.
He hardly knew, till he was told,
Whether the nymph were young or old;
Had met her in a public place.
Without diftinguishing her face:
Much less could his declining age
Vaneffa's earliest thoughts engage;
And, if her youth indifference met,
His perfon must contempt beget:
Or, grant her paffion be fincere,
How fhall his innocence be clear?
Appearances were all so strong,
The world muft think him in the wrong;
Would say, he made a treacherous ufe
Of wit, to flatter and feduce :
The town would fwear, he had betray'd
By magic spells the harmless maid:
And every beau would have his jokes,
That fcholars were like other folks;
And, when Platonic flights were over,
The tutor turn'd a mortal lover!
So tender of the young and fair!
It show'd a true paternal care---
Five thousand guineas in her purse'
The doctor might have fancy'd worse.--
Hardly at length he filence broke,
And faulter'd every word he spoke;
Interpreting her complaisance,
Just as a man fans confequence.
She rallied well, he always knew:
Her manner now was fomething new;
And what the spoke was in an air
As ferious as a tragic player.
But those who aim at ridicule
Should fix upon some certain rule,
Which fairly hints they are in jeft,
Elfe he must enter his proteft :
For, let a man be ne'er fo wife,
He may be caught with sober lies;
A fcience which he never taught,
And, to be free, was dearly bought;
For, take it in its proper light,
'Tis juft what coxcombs call a bite.

But, not to dwell on things minute,
Vanella finish'd the dispute,
Brought weighty arguments to prove
That reafon was her guide in love.
She thought he had himself describ'd,
His doctrines when she first imbib'd:
What he had planted now was grown;
His virtues the might call her own;
As he approves, as he dislikes,
Love or contempt her fancy strikes.
Self-love, in nature rooted fast,
Attends us first, and leaves us last:
Why the likes him, admire not at her;
She loves herfelf, and that's the matter,
How was her tutor wont to praise
The geniuses of ancient days!

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(Thofe authors he so oft' had nam'd,
For learning, wit, and wisdom, fam'd)
Was ftruck with love, esteem, and awe,
For persons whom he never faw.
Suppofe Cadenus flourish'd then,
He muft adore fuch godlike men.
If one short volume could comprise
All that was witty, learn'd, and wife,
How would it be efteem'd and read,
Although the writer long were dead!
If fuch an author were alive,

How all would for his friendship strive,
And come in crowds to fee his face!
And this she takes to be her cafe.
Cadenus answers every end,

The book, the author, and the friend;
The utmost her defires will reach,
Is but to learn what he can teach :
His converfe is a system fit
Alone to fill up all her wit;
While every paffion of her mind
In him is center'd and confin'd.

Love can with speech infpire a mute,
And taught Vaneffa to dispute.
This topic, never touch'd before,
Difplay'd her eloquence the more:
Her knowledge, with fuch pains acquir'd,
By this new paffion grew infpir'd;
Through this fhe made all objects país,
Which gave a tincture o'er the mafs;
As rivers though they bend and twine,
Still to their fea their course incline;
Or, as philofophers, who find
Some favourite fyftem to their mind,
In every point to make it fit,
Will force all nature to submit.
Cadenus, who could ne'er suspect
His leffons would have fuch effect,
Or be fo artfully apply'd,
Infenfibly came on her fide.
It was an unforeseen event;
Things took a turn he never meant.
Whoe'er excels in what we prize,
Appears a hero in our eyes:

Each girl, when pleas'd with what is taught,
Will have the teacher in her thought,
When Mifs delights in her fpinnet,

A fiddler may a fortune get;
A blockhead, with melodious voice,
In boarding-fchools may have his choice;
And oft' the dancing-master's art
Climbs from the toe to touch the heart.
In learning let a nymph delight,
The pedent gets a mistress by 't.
Cadenus, to his grief and flame,
Could scarce oppofe Vanella's flame;
And, though her arguments were strong,
At leaft could hardly with them wrong.
Howe'er it came, he could not tell,
But fure fhe never talk'd fo well.
His pride began to interpose;
Preferr'd before a crowd of beaux !
So bright a nymph to come unfought !
Such wonder by his merit wrought!
'Tis merit muft with her prevail !
He never knew her judgment fail!
She noted all the ever read!
And had a most difcerning head!

'Tis an old maxim in the schools, That flattery's the food of fools; Yet now and then your men of wit Will condefcend to take a bit.

So, when Cadenus could not hide,
He chose to justify, his pride;
Conftruing the paffion fhe had shown,
Much to her praise, more to his own.
Nature in him had merit plac'd,
In her a moft judicious taste.
Love, hitherto a tranfient gueft,
Ne'er held poffeffion of his breaft;
So long attending at the gate,
Difdain'd to enter in fo late.
Love why do we one paffion call,
When 'tis a compound of them all?
Where hot and cold, where fharp and sweet,
In all their equipages meet;

Where pleasures mix'd with pains appear,
Sorrow with joy, and hope with fear;
Wherein his dignity and age
Forbid Cadenus to engage.

But friendship, in its greatest height,
A conftant, rational delight,
Or virtue's bafis fix'd to laft,
When love allurements long are past,
Which gently warms, but cannot burn,
He gladly offers in return;
His want of paffion will redeem
With gratitude, respect, esteem;
With that devotion we beflow,
When goddeffes appear below.

While thus Cadenus entertains
Vaneffa in exalted strains,

The nymphs in fober words entreats
A truce with all fublime conceits:

For why fuch raptures, flights, and fancies,
To her who durft not read romances?
In lofty ftyle to make replies,
Which he had taught her to despise?
But when her tutor will affect
Devotion, duty, and respect,
He fairly abdicates the throne ;
The government is now her own;
He has a forfeiture incur'd;
She vows to take him at his word,
And hopes he will not think it strange,
If both thould now their stations change.
The nymph will have her turn to be
The tutor; and the pupil, he :
Though the already can difcern
Her feholar is not apt to learn;
Or wants capacity to reach
The science the defigns to teach :
Wherein his genius was below
The skill of every common beau,
Who, though he cannot fpell, is wife
Enough to read a lady's eyes,
And will each accidental glance
Interpret for a kind advance.

But what fuccefs Vaneffa met,
Is to the world a fecret yet.
Whether the nymph, to please her swain,
Talks in a high romantic ftrain;
Or whether he at last descends
To act with lefs feraphic ends;
Or, to compound the bufinefs, whether
They temper love and books together;

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Maft never to mankind be told,
Nor fhall the conscious Muse unfold.

Meantime the mournful Queen of Love Led but a weary life above.

She ventures now to leave the fkies, Grown by Vaneffa's conduct wife: For, though by one perverse event Pallas had crois'd her firft intent; Though her defign was not obtain'd; Yet had the much experience gain'd, And, by the project vainly try'd, Could better now the caufe decide. She gave due notice that both parties, Coram Regina, prox' die Martis, Should at their peril, without fail, Come and appear, and fave their bail. All met; and, filence thrice proclaim'd, One lawyer to each fide was nam'd. The judge difcover'd in her face Refentments for her late disgrace; And, full of anger, fhame, and grief, Directed them to mind their brief,

Nor fpend their time to fhow their reading; She'd have a fummary proceeding. She gather'd under every head The fum of what each lawyer faid, Gave her own reafons laft, and then Decreed the caufe against the men. But, in a weighty cafe like this, To fhow fhe did not judge amifs, Which evil tongues might else report, She made a fpeech in open court; Wherein the grievously complains, "How the was cheated by the fwains ;" On whole petition (humbly showing, That women were not worth the wooing, And that, unless the sex would mend, The race of lovers foon must end)--

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She was at Lord knows what expence

To form a nymph of wit and sense,

A model for her fex defign'd,

Who never could one lover find. She faw her favour was misplac'd; "The fellows had a wretched taste; *She needs must tell them to their face, They were a stupid, senseless race ;

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And, were the to begin again,

She'd ftudy to se form the men;

*Or add fome grains of folly more

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To women, than they had before,
To put them on an equal foot;

And this, or nothing elfe, would do 't. *This might their mutual fancy ftrike, " Since every being loves its like. But now, repenting what was done, She left all bufinefs to her fon;

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She puts the world in his poffeffion,

"And let him ufe it at difcretion."
The cryer was order'd to dismiss
The court, fo made his last O yes!
The goddess would no longer wait;
But rifing from her chair of state,
Left all below at fix and feven,
Harness'd her doves, and flew to heaven.

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TO LOVE*.

In all I wish, how happy fhould I be,
Thou grand deluder, were it not for thee!
So weak thou art, that fools thy power despise;
And yet so strong, thou triumph'ft o'er the wife.
Thy traps are laid with fuch peculiar art,
They catch the cautious, let the rash depart.
Moft nets are fill'd by want of thought and care:
But too much thinking brings us to thy fnare;
Where, held by thee, in flavery we stay,
And throw the pleafing part of life away.
But, what does moft my indignation move,
Difcretion! thou wert ne'er a friend to love:
Thy chief delight is to defeat thofe arts,
By which he kindles mutual flames in hearts;
While the blind loitering God is at his play,
Thou feal'ft his golden-pointed darts away;
Those darts which never fail; and in their stead
Convey'ft malignant arrows tipt with lead:
The heedlefs God, fufpecting no deceits,
Shoots on, and thinks he has done wondrous feats:
But the poor nymph who feels her vitals burn,
And from her thepherd can find no return,
Laments, and rages at the power divine,
When, curft Difcretion! all the fault was thine:
Cupid and Hymen thou hast set at odds,

And bred fuch feuds between thofe kindred gods,
That Venus cannot reconcile her fons;
When one appears, away the other runs.
The former fcales, wherein he us'd to poise
Love against love, and equal joys with joys,
Are now fill'd up with avarice and pride,
Where titles, power, and riches, still subside.
Then, gentle Venus, to thy father run,
And tell him how thy children are undone;
Prepare his bolts to give one fatal blow,
And ftrike Discretion to the fhades below.

ODE TO SPRING.
BY A LADY T.

HAIL, bluflring goddess, beauteous Spring,
Who, in thy jocund train, doft bring
Loves and Graces, fmiling Hours,
Balmy breezes, fragrant flowers;
Come, with tints of roseate hue,
Nature's faded charms renew.

Yet why should I thy prefence hail ?
To me no more the breathing gale
Comes fraught with fweets; no more the rose
With fuch tranfcendant beauty blows,
As when Cadenus bleft the scene,
And fhar'd with me those joys ferene;
When, unperceiv'd, the lambent fire
Of friendship kindled new defire :
Still liftening to his tuneful tongue,
The truths which angels might have fung,
Divine, impreft their gentle fway,
And fweetly ftole my foul away.
My guide, inftructor, lover, friend,
(Dear names!) in one idea blend;

*Found in Mifs Vanhomrigh's deft, after her death, in the hand-writing of Swift.

+ This and the next ode have been afcribed to Vanefa.

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CUT the name of the man who his miftrefs de-"
And let the first of it be only apply'd [ny'd,'
To join with the prophet † who David did chide;.
Then fay what a horfe is that runs very faft ;
And that which deferves to be first put the laft;
Spell all then, and put them together, to find
The Name and the Virtues of him I defign'd.
Like the Patriarch in Egypt, he's vers'd in the
[great;
Like the prophet in Jewry, he's free with the
Like a racer he flies to fuccour with speed,
When his friends want his aid, or defert is in need.

state;

THE DEAN'S ANSWER.

THE nymph who wrote this in an amorous fit,
I cannot but envy the pride of her wit,
Which thus fhe will venture profufely to throw
On fo mean a defign, and a fubject to low.
For mean's her defign, and her fubje& as mean,
The first but a Rebus, the laft but a Dean.
A Dean's but a parfon : and what is a Rebus?
A thing never known to the Mufes or Phoebus.
The corruption of verfe; for, when all is done,
It is but a paraphrafe made on a pun.
But a genius like her's no fubject can stifle,
It fhows and discovers itself through a trifle.
By reading this trifle, I quickly began

To find her a great wit, but the dean a small man.
Rich ladies will furnish their garrets with stuff,
Which others for mantuas would think fine enough:
So the wit that is lavishly thrown away here,
Might furnish a fecond-rate poet a year.
Thus much for the verfe; we proceed to the next
Where the Nymph had entirely forfaken her text:

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Her fine panegyrics are quite out of season,
And what he defcribes to be merit is treafon :
The changes which faction has made in the ftate,
Have put the dean's politics quite out of date:
Now no one regards what he utters with frees
dom,

And, fhould he write pamphlets, no great man would read 'em ;

And should want or defert ftand in need of his aid,

This racer would prove but a dull-founder'd jade

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HORACE, BOOK. II. ODE I.
PARAPHRASED.

Addressed to Richard Steel, Efq. 1714.

"En qui promittit cives, urbem fibi curæ, Imperium fore, & Italiam, & delubra deorum." HOR. I. Sat. vi. 34

DICK, thou'rt refolv'd, as I am told,
Some strange arcana to unfold,
And, with the help of Buckley's pen,
To vamp the good old caufe again,

Which thou (fuch Burnet's fhrew'd advice is)
Muft furbish up, and nickname Crifis,
Thou pompously wilt let us know
What all the world knew long ago,
(E'er fince Sir William Gore was mayor,
And Harley fill'd the Common's chair)
That we a German Prince muft own
When Anne for heaven refigns her throne.
But, more than that, thou'lt keep a rout
With-who is in-and who is out;
Thou'lt rail devoutly at the peace,
And all its fecret caufes trace,
The bucket-play 'twixt Whig and Tories,
Their ups and downs, with fifty stories
Of tricks the Lord of Oxford knows,
And errors of our Plenipoes
Thow 'It tell of leagues among the greaty
Portending ruin to our state;
And of that dreadful coup d'eclat,
Which has afforded thee inuch chat.
The queen, forfooth, (defpotic) gave
Twelve coronets without thy leave!
A breach of liberty, 'tis own'd,
For which no heads have yet aton'd !
Believe me, what thou'st undertaken
May bring in jeopardy thy bacon;
For madmen, children, wits, and fools,
Should never meddle with edg'd tools..
But, fince thou'rt got into the fire,
And can't not easily retire,

Thou must no longer deal in farce,
Nor pump to cobble wicked verse;
Until thou shalt have eas'd thy confcience
Of spleen, of politics, and nonsense;
And, when thou'st bid adieu to cares,
And fettled Europe's grand affairs,
'Twill then, perhaps, be worth thy while
For Drury-Lane to fhape thy ftyle:
"To make a pair of jolly fellows,
"The fon and father join, to tell us
"How fons may fafely disobey,
"And father's never should say nay ;'

By which wife conduct they grow friends "At laft—and fo the story ends."

When first I knew thee, Dick, thou wert Renown'd, for skill in Fauftus' art †, Which made thy closet much frequented By buxom laffesfome repented Their lucklefs choice of hufbands-others, Inpatient to be like their mothers, Receiv'd from thee profound directions How best to fettle their affections. Thus thou, a friend to the distress'd, Didit in thy calling do thy beft,

But now the Senate (if things bit, And thou at Stockbridge wert not bit) Muft feel thy eloquence and fire, Approve thy fchemes, thy wit admire, Thee with immortal bonours crown, Whilft, Patriot-like, thou'lt strut and frown. What though by enemies 'tis faid, The laurel which adorns thy head, Muft one day come in competition By virtue of fome fly petition: Yet mum for that; hope ftill the best, Ner let fuch cares difturb thy rest.

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Methinks I hear thee loud as trumpet,
As bag-pipe fhrill, or oyfter-ftrumpet;
Methinks I fee thee, fpruce and fine,
With coat embroider'd richly fhine,
And dazzle all the idol faces

As through the ball thy worship paces;
(Though this I fpeak but at a venture,
Suppofing thou haft tick with Hunter)
Methinks I fee a black-guard rout
Attend thy coach and hear them shout
In approbation of thy tongue,
Which (in their style) is purely bung,
Now! now you carry all before you!
Nor dares one Jacobite or Tory
Pretend to answer one fyl-lable,
Except the matchless hero Abel ‡.

What though her highness and her spouse
In Antwerp & keep a frugal houfe,
Yet, not forgetful of a friend,
They'll foon enable thee to spend,
E to Macartney || thou will toaft,
And to his pious patron's ghoft.

Now manfully thou'lt run a tilt

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On popes, for all the blood they've spilt,

For maffacres, and racks, and flames,

For lands enrich'd by crimson streams,

For inquifitions taught by Spain,

Of which the Chriftian world complain."
Dick, we agree all's true thou'il faid,

As that my mufe is yet a maid.
B, if I may with freedom talk,
Ail this is foreign to thy walk:
Thy genius has perhaps a knack
et trudging in a beaten track,
But is for flate affairs as fit
As mine for politics and wit.

• This is faid to be a plot of a comedy with which Mr. St de bas long threatened the torun.

+ Mr. Siecle had a laboratory at Poplar.
Abel Reper.

Where the Duke of Marlborough then refided.
General Macartney, who killed Duke Hamilton.
VOL. IX.

Then let us both in time grow wise,
Nor higher than our talents rife ;
To fome fnug cellar let's repair

From duns and debts, and drown our care;
Now quaff of honeft, ale a quart,
Now venture at a pint of port,

With which infpir'd, we'll club each night
Some tender fonnet to indite,

And with Tom D'Urfey, Philips, Dennis, Immortalize our Dolls and Jenneys.

HORACE, BOOK I. EP. V.

John Dennis the foelering Poet's Invitation to Richard Steele, the fecluded Party-rwriter, and Member, tè come and live with him in the Mint. 1714 *.

FIT TO BE BOUND UP WITH THE CRISIS.

Ir thou canst lay afide a fpendthrift's air,
And condescend to feed on homely fare,
Such as we Minters, with ragouts unftor'd,
Will, in defiance of the law, afford:
Quit thy patrols with Toby's Christmas-box,
And come to me at The Two Fighting Cocks;
Since printing by fubfcription now is grown
The ftaleft, idleft cheat about the town;
And ev'n Charles Gildon, who, a Papist bred,
Has an alarm against that worship spread,
Is practifing thofe beaten paths of cruiting,
And for new levies on Propofals mufing.

'Tis true, that Bloomsbury Square's a noble place:
But what are lofty buildings in thy cafe?
What 's-a fine houfe embellish'd to profufion,
Where fhoulder-dabbers are in execution?
Or whence its timorous tenant feldom fallies,
But apprehenfive of infulting bailiffs?
This once be mindful of a friend's advice,
And ceafe to be improvidently nice;

Exchange the profpects that delude thy fight; From Highgate's fteep afcent, and Hampstead's height,

With verdant fcenes, that, from St. George's field More durable and fafe enjoyments yield.

Here I, ev'n I, that ne'er till now could find Eafe to my troubled and fufpicious mind, But ever was with jealoufies poffefs'd, Am in a state of indolence and reft; Fearful no more of Frenchmen in difguife, Nor looking upon ftrangers as on fpies, But quite divefted of my former fpleen, Am unprovok'd without and calm within: And here I'll wait thy coming, till the fun Shall its diurnal courfe completely run. Think not that thou of sturdy butt fhalt fail; My landlord's cellar is flock'd with beer and alc With every fort of malt that is in ufe, And every county's generous produce. The ready (for here Chriftian faith is fick, Which makes us feldom trefpafs upon tick) Inftantly brings the choiceft liquors out, Whether we aik for home-brew'd or for ftout, For mead or cyder, or, with dainties fed, Ring for á flafk or two of white or red,

* This and the preceding poem are printed from 14 pies in the Lambeth Library.

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