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Upon a Tory Lady who happen'd to open her Floodgates at the Tragedy of Cato.

An Epigram.

Whilst maudlin Whigs deplore their Cato's Fate,
Still with dry Eyes the Tory Celia fate:
But tho' her Pride forbad her Eyes to flow,
The gushing Waters found a vent below.
Tho' secret, yet with copious Streams she mourns,
Like twenty River-gods with all their Urns.
Let others screw a Hypocritick Face,
She shows her Grief in a sincerer place!
Here Nature reigns, and Passion void of Art,
For this Road leads directly to the Heart.