Durgen Or, A Plain Satyr upon a Pompous Satyrist. Amicably Inscrib'd, by the Author, to those Worthy and Ingenious Gentlemen misrepresented in a late invective Poem, call'd, The Dunciad [by Edward Ward] |
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Some, charm'd by Beauty, have confin'd their Parts
To Love, to Past'rals, and the softest Arts,
Such as may best obtain their am'rous Ends,
And make the Fair their Advocates and Friends,
Whose Smiles are all sufficient to inspire
Our brightest Muses with celestial Fire,
To please that Sex, the source of our delights,
Should be the care of e'ery Bard that writes:
He that of their Perfections has no taste,
Must prove but a dull rhiming Dunce at best:
Italian Songsters have been gelt, we know it,
But, sure, no Eunuch ever made a Poet.
To Love, to Past'rals, and the softest Arts,
Such as may best obtain their am'rous Ends,
And make the Fair their Advocates and Friends,
Whose Smiles are all sufficient to inspire
Our brightest Muses with celestial Fire,
To please that Sex, the source of our delights,
Should be the care of e'ery Bard that writes:
He that of their Perfections has no taste,
Must prove but a dull rhiming Dunce at best:
Italian Songsters have been gelt, we know it,
But, sure, no Eunuch ever made a Poet.
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