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To a Gentleman that had left a Vertuous Lady for a Miss.
Dull Animal miscall'd a Man, for ShameGive o're your foolish tales of Fire and Flame:
The Nymphs abhor you, and your Stories hate,
Count you a Monster, barb'rously Ingrate:
Your fine sweet Face, in which such Pride you take,
Th'exactness of your clever, easie Make;
Your Charming Meen, bewitching Tongue, nor yet
The fancied Greatness of your boasted Wit,
Can now the meanest Nymph to Pity move,
Though once they taught the great Phylena Love:
Phylena, Glory of the Surrey-Plain,
The envy'd Wish of every hopeless Swain,
Whose Artless Charms, the Proud and Great had brought
Upon their Knees, th'Old and Morose had taught
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They were her Lovers, silently were so:
But you alone, did of her Conquest boast,
In that one Prize all Natures Wealth engross't:
But your insipid Dulness found more Charms,
More Pleasure in the wanton Flora's Armes;
With Her you past your hours in idle Prate,
While poor Phylena unregarded sate:
Kind heart! She wept; and gently She Reprov'd
Your strange Ingratitude, told you, you lov'd
A Shepherdess that had a sickly Fame,
And wou'd bring Infamy upon your Name.
Who can believe? With unheard Impudence
You own'd your Crime, and urg'd in your defence,
The Nymph sung charmingly, was very Witty,
Gay, Brisk, had Teeth; oh! infinitely Pretty:
Ingenious Lime-twigs, to catch Woodcocks on,
Pretty Ingredients to Dote upon!
Can you prefer these trivial Toys, that are
As common as their Owner, to the rare
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Things too Divinely Great to be exprest?
Her Vertues, though her Beauty shou'd decay,
Might Charm the World, and make Mankind obey.
Degen'rous Man! break this ignoble Chain,
That dims your Lustre, does your Honour stain;
Or you'l be judg'd for all your vain Pretences,
Not only to have lost your Wits, but Sences.
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