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Vice in his high career would stand appall'd,
And heedless rambling impulse learn to think;
The conscious heart of charity would warm,
And her wide wish benevolence dilate;
The social tear would rise, the social sigh;
And into clear perfection, gradual bliss,
Refining still, the social passions work.

Qu'à ce spectacle affreux la tendre humanité Vienne, le front brillant d'une douce clarté, Dans tes sens attendris verser sa flamme active, Rendre aux cris du malheur ton oreille attentive, la bienfaisance unissant tous les cœurs, Épure nos penchans et tarisse nos pleurs.

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ΟΝ WOMEN.

SATIRE.

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OR reigns ambition in bold man alone,
Soft female hearts the rude invader own:
But there, indeed, it deals in nicer things,
Than routing armies, and dethroning kings:
Attend, and you discern it in the fair
Conduct a finger, or reclaim a hair;
Or roll the lucid orbit of an eye;

Or, in full joy, elaborate a sigh.

The sex we honour, though their faults we blame, Nay, thank their faults for such a fruitful theme A theme, fair Lucy! doubly kind to me, Since satirizing those is praising thee; Who wouldst not bear, too modestly refin'd, A panegyric of a grosser kind.

Britannia's danghters, much more fair than nice, Too fond of admiration, lose their price;

YOUNG.

LES FEMMES.

SATIRE.

HOMMES, l'ambition qui brûle dans vos âmes,
Sait aussi pénétrer le tendre cœur des femmes ;
Mais ces êtres charmans, frèles et délicats,
Aiment à triompher dans de plus doux combats.
Voyez avec quel art l'aimable enchanteresse
Déploie un joli bras, noue une blonde tresse;
Par une vive œillade appelle le desir,
Ou sait, dans le bonheur, travailler un soupir.
De ton sexe adoré, si ma muse hardie
Blame quelques travers, aimable Virginie,
Encourage, soutiens mes esprits combattus:
Critiquer ses défauts, c'est louer tes vertus,

Françaises, pourquoi suivre une vaine chimère?

Vous nous plairiez bien mieux en cherchant moins à plaire.

Worn in the public eye, give cheap delight
To throngs, and tarnish to the sated sight:
As unreserv'd, and beauteous, as the sun,
Through every sign of vanity they run;
Assemblies, parks, coarse feasts in city-halls,
Lectures, and trials, plays, committees, balls,
Wells, bedlams, executions, smithfield scenes,
And fortune-tellers caves, and lions dens,
Taverns, exchanges, bridewells, drawing rooms,
Installments, pillories, coronations, tombs,
Tumblers, and funerals, puppet-shows, reviews,
Sales, races, rabbits, and, still stranger! pews.
Clarinda's bosom burns, but burns for fame;
And love lies vanquish'd in a nobler flame;
Warm gleams of hope she now dispenses; then,
Like april suns, dives into clouds again :
With all her lustre, now, her lover warms,
Then, out of ostentation, hides her charms:
"Tis, next, her pleasure sweetly to complain,
And to be taken with a sudden pain;
Then, she starts up, all ecstasy and bliss,
And is, sweet soul! just as sincere in this:
O how she rolls her charming eyes in spight!
And looks delightfully with all her might!
But, like our heroes, much more brave than wise,
She conquers for the triumph, not the prize.

Zara resembles Etna crown'd with snows;

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