Sylvia's Revenge or; A satyr Against Man; In Answer to the Satyr Against Woman [by Richard Ames] |
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[Th' Invasion first with feirce Assaults began]
Madam.
Th' Invasion first with feirce Assaults began,And scatter'd wild Disorder as it ran,
It was a Warr betwixt our Sex and Man.
With haughty Pride the bold Tryumphers boast,
And Cry the weaker Vessel's sunk and lost;
Trophies along the gaudy Strand display'd,
And never such Insulting Peans made.
Yet true it is, without a blush we own,
Our Force in part was scatter'd and o'rethrown:
With fright Surpris'd we knew not then the Foe,
With Noise they hurry'd on, and flash't with show.
Yet still unmov'd our Body did remain,
They only took some Straglers on the Plain.
To you the News with winged-hast we bore,
You Smil'd, and bid us stand, and said no more.
Long you delay'd indeed to aid us there,
And they mistook your Scorn of them, for fear.
You sent one Muse to View their Strength, she came,
And told you 'twas but Noise and babling Fame.
Unguarded and how loose the Forces lay,
And would you then advance you'd win the Day.
With this alarm'd your God-like-Genius rose,
Lord! how agast appear'd your frighted Foes?
At your approach, foil'd and disarm'd they yield,
And scatter strange Confusion o're the Field.
With Numbers sweetly rank't you brought us aid,
And shew you can defend us and invade:
Submissive at your Feet their General Craves,
And you at Pleasure wound the baffl'd Slaves.
M. P.
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