State Tracts Containing Many Necessary Observations and Reflections on the State of our Affairs at Home and Abroad; With some Secret Memoirs. By the Author of the Examiner [i.e. William Oldisworth] |
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THE City Beauties, &c.
As larger Orbs plac'd in a higher Sphere,
By their vast distance don't so bright appear,
Lights of less Magnitude look larger near.
The Rays that shoot from Beauties piercing Sun,
Thro' ev'ry Climate with equal Vigour run:
Men, like Idolators, its Rising do adore,
And own themselves the Creatures of its Pow'r.
So Adam, when fair Eden was his own,
Paid his first Off'ring to the Female Throne;
And thus entail'd upon his Future Race,
The same Devotion to a Beauteous Face.
So all Mankind, who boast of Liberty,
Are but the Slaves of ev'ry Charming She.
By their vast distance don't so bright appear,
Lights of less Magnitude look larger near.
The Rays that shoot from Beauties piercing Sun,
Thro' ev'ry Climate with equal Vigour run:
Men, like Idolators, its Rising do adore,
And own themselves the Creatures of its Pow'r.
So Adam, when fair Eden was his own,
Paid his first Off'ring to the Female Throne;
And thus entail'd upon his Future Race,
The same Devotion to a Beauteous Face.
So all Mankind, who boast of Liberty,
Are but the Slaves of ev'ry Charming She.
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Since Beauty then's the Sun we call Divine,
And cannot live but when she's pleas'd to shine;
How can our Opticks so much Lustre bear,
Of many shining in one Hemisphere?
The Sun himself, one Orb alone controuls,
But Beauty thro' a thousand Orbits rouls,
And scorns to be confin'd to either Pole.
And cannot live but when she's pleas'd to shine;
How can our Opticks so much Lustre bear,
Of many shining in one Hemisphere?
The Sun himself, one Orb alone controuls,
But Beauty thro' a thousand Orbits rouls,
And scorns to be confin'd to either Pole.
Aid then my willing Muse, ye Sacred Nine,
Lest she debase the Image made Divine;
And by her Artless Lays prophane the Name
Of Beauty; Dear to Poetry and Fame:
Whose sounding Changes eccho'd forth her Praise,
When Nymphs crown'd all the Happy Swains with Bays;
And Shepherds then, that worship'd on the Plain,
Were destin'd afterwards, as Gods, to Reign.
Pan thus was rais'd whom Shepherds do adore,
Because he worship'd Beauty there before.
As Hellen was to Paris giv'n the Prize,
For owning but the Power of Venus's Eyes;
So just is Beauty to her Votaries.
But if we Statues make, not Goddesses create,
We must take care of Niobe's sad Fate.
Lest she debase the Image made Divine;
And by her Artless Lays prophane the Name
Of Beauty; Dear to Poetry and Fame:
Whose sounding Changes eccho'd forth her Praise,
When Nymphs crown'd all the Happy Swains with Bays;
And Shepherds then, that worship'd on the Plain,
Were destin'd afterwards, as Gods, to Reign.
Pan thus was rais'd whom Shepherds do adore,
Because he worship'd Beauty there before.
As Hellen was to Paris giv'n the Prize,
For owning but the Power of Venus's Eyes;
So just is Beauty to her Votaries.
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We must take care of Niobe's sad Fate.
If Eyes such Magick round about them throw,
What Pleasure may in curling Tresses flow!
Such soft Enchantment's spread in ev'ry Hair,
Like winding Shades, we lose our Senses there,
Till on the Blooming Cheeks we cast our Eye,
And blush our selves to see the Crimson dye.
That Nature has unerring on them thrown,
Fresh as the Rose just at the Sunrise blown:
Fair as the Dawning Day the Skin is spread,
And beautifies the whole with Streaks of Red.
Like Ivory Pillars, Teeth in order grow,
Proceeding from the Coral Gums below;
Cover'd with Lips, whose Lustre does outshine
The Ruby, or the Beautiful Carmine.
And that Variety might be exprest,
No Swan's so white a Neck, or soft a Breast
As Woman, that is excellently Fair,
For Nature triumphs in her Bounty here;
Which she bestows not only for to please,
But as a kind Repose to give Man ease:
On that Indulgent Pillow once laid down,
Monarchs forget the Glories of a Crown,
And Heroes all their Dangers undergone.
The Statesman of this Seat of Joy possest,
No longer thinks what may the State molest,
But reckoneth himself securely blest.
If such Endearments lie in one soft Part,
What wond'rous Magick centers in the Heart!
Diffusing round its Influence ev'ry where,
In Looks, in Words, in Gesture, and in Air,
In Shape, in Mein, in ev'ry Graceful Turn,
The Fire is kindled, and the Passions burn.
How does the Hand move ev'ry Vital Part,
And steal in gently to the Lover's Heart!
With equal Force, Unguarded Man surprize,
And make as sure a Conquest as the Eyes,
Whose pointed Darts no Mortal yet withstood,
They wound at distance, and infect the Blood,
There circulate without the least controul,
Till the dire Poyson reach the very Soul.
What Pleasure may in curling Tresses flow!
Such soft Enchantment's spread in ev'ry Hair,
Like winding Shades, we lose our Senses there,
Till on the Blooming Cheeks we cast our Eye,
And blush our selves to see the Crimson dye.
That Nature has unerring on them thrown,
Fresh as the Rose just at the Sunrise blown:
Fair as the Dawning Day the Skin is spread,
And beautifies the whole with Streaks of Red.
Like Ivory Pillars, Teeth in order grow,
Proceeding from the Coral Gums below;
Cover'd with Lips, whose Lustre does outshine
The Ruby, or the Beautiful Carmine.
And that Variety might be exprest,
No Swan's so white a Neck, or soft a Breast
As Woman, that is excellently Fair,
For Nature triumphs in her Bounty here;
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But as a kind Repose to give Man ease:
On that Indulgent Pillow once laid down,
Monarchs forget the Glories of a Crown,
And Heroes all their Dangers undergone.
The Statesman of this Seat of Joy possest,
No longer thinks what may the State molest,
But reckoneth himself securely blest.
If such Endearments lie in one soft Part,
What wond'rous Magick centers in the Heart!
Diffusing round its Influence ev'ry where,
In Looks, in Words, in Gesture, and in Air,
In Shape, in Mein, in ev'ry Graceful Turn,
The Fire is kindled, and the Passions burn.
How does the Hand move ev'ry Vital Part,
And steal in gently to the Lover's Heart!
With equal Force, Unguarded Man surprize,
And make as sure a Conquest as the Eyes,
Whose pointed Darts no Mortal yet withstood,
They wound at distance, and infect the Blood,
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Till the dire Poyson reach the very Soul.
So G---n's Eyes the Power of Beauty show,
And spread their Influence round 'em as they go;
Quick kindling Flames in both of them appear,
Outshining the rich Brillants that they wear;
Yet Soft and Languishing these Charmers look,
As if they had these Airs from Britain took:
A Soil so Fertile, with Fair Beauties sown,
We're apt to think of none but of our own:
But here two noble, bright Examples shine,
And shew th'Extensiveness of Beauty's Line.
And spread their Influence round 'em as they go;
Quick kindling Flames in both of them appear,
Outshining the rich Brillants that they wear;
Yet Soft and Languishing these Charmers look,
As if they had these Airs from Britain took:
A Soil so Fertile, with Fair Beauties sown,
We're apt to think of none but of our own:
But here two noble, bright Examples shine,
And shew th'Extensiveness of Beauty's Line.
But yet if Beauty grows in Foreign Soils,
Albion's an Empire where it smiles.
White as her Chalky Cliffs her Natives are,
Or as the First-born Light, divinely Fair,
As Ward's Complexion, or as Dashwood's Hair.
As both their Eyes Cerulean Lights dispense,
And charm with unaffected Innocence.
Albion's an Empire where it smiles.
White as her Chalky Cliffs her Natives are,
Or as the First-born Light, divinely Fair,
As Ward's Complexion, or as Dashwood's Hair.
As both their Eyes Cerulean Lights dispense,
And charm with unaffected Innocence.
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But see the Goddess of our Vows appears,
Which such a solemn Garb of Virtue wears,
We warm with Love, and chill again with Fears.
El---k, Augusta cries! El---k's the Name,
Her Face, her Shape, her Air, her Soul's the same;
All Beautiful, and exquisitely Bright,
No Spot or Stain disturbs the curious Sight,
But when we gaze, still 'tis with fresh Delight;
And when she speaks, the Musick of her Tongue,
Pleases beyond the Force of Tofts's Song;
Each Motion too has some peculiar Grace,
That takes beyond another's fairer Face:
Her Step, her easy Gate, her active Feet,
Tie down our Eyes, the nimble Charm to meet.
Which such a solemn Garb of Virtue wears,
We warm with Love, and chill again with Fears.
El---k, Augusta cries! El---k's the Name,
Her Face, her Shape, her Air, her Soul's the same;
All Beautiful, and exquisitely Bright,
No Spot or Stain disturbs the curious Sight,
But when we gaze, still 'tis with fresh Delight;
And when she speaks, the Musick of her Tongue,
Pleases beyond the Force of Tofts's Song;
Each Motion too has some peculiar Grace,
That takes beyond another's fairer Face:
Her Step, her easy Gate, her active Feet,
Tie down our Eyes, the nimble Charm to meet.
'Tis pity M---x, thou art now no more
The Idol which the City must adore;
Those Charms which sent their killing Beams abroad,
And call'd from Court each Youthful Am'rous Lord,
Are buried now in thy late Nuptial Bed,
Where all thy Virgin Innocence is laid;
That was the Sweet that call'd the Buyer in,
The Purchase now is greater by the Sin:
Howe'er thy Looks, engaging Dress, and Air,
Will give the Lover's Hope, you no Despair.
The Idol which the City must adore;
Those Charms which sent their killing Beams abroad,
And call'd from Court each Youthful Am'rous Lord,
Are buried now in thy late Nuptial Bed,
Where all thy Virgin Innocence is laid;
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The Purchase now is greater by the Sin:
Howe'er thy Looks, engaging Dress, and Air,
Will give the Lover's Hope, you no Despair.
While rigid Virtue reigns in R---d's Eyes,
Her Breast is tender, and her Conduct Wise;
Soft languishing her Looks, her Soul sincere,
Yet no Ill-natur'd Smiles are regent there;
But gentle Goodness makes her Aspect kind,
And Beauty wantons in her Face and Mind.
Her Breast is tender, and her Conduct Wise;
Soft languishing her Looks, her Soul sincere,
Yet no Ill-natur'd Smiles are regent there;
But gentle Goodness makes her Aspect kind,
And Beauty wantons in her Face and Mind.
L--- puts on a true Majestick Face;
Yet with such tenderness are drawn the Lines,
In every Feature some Good-nature shines;
Her killing Eyes shoot out such fetter'd Darts,
They wound so gently, that they melt all Hearts.
The Flame that kindles in her Peaceful Breast,
Burns others up, but only warms herself to Rest.
Yet with such tenderness are drawn the Lines,
In every Feature some Good-nature shines;
Her killing Eyes shoot out such fetter'd Darts,
They wound so gently, that they melt all Hearts.
The Flame that kindles in her Peaceful Breast,
Burns others up, but only warms herself to Rest.
F---, Augusta's sprightly Venus see,
She only wants the little Deity,
To show she's Goddess of the charming Race,
Since Youth and Beauty Revel in her Face;
Native Simplicity her Virtue owns,
And winning Charms are pregnant in her Frowns.
She only wants the little Deity,
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Since Youth and Beauty Revel in her Face;
Native Simplicity her Virtue owns,
And winning Charms are pregnant in her Frowns.
See B---'s Complexions, and that pleasing Bloom
That from the Sweets of Innocence does come;
Easy, Genteel, from the Reserv'd, bred free,
The wond'rous Charm of Modest Liberty,
A thousand diff'rent ways these Beauties move,
To all Degrees of Virtue and of Love.
That from the Sweets of Innocence does come;
Easy, Genteel, from the Reserv'd, bred free,
The wond'rous Charm of Modest Liberty,
A thousand diff'rent ways these Beauties move,
To all Degrees of Virtue and of Love.
Vernon's agreeable in ev'ry turn,
Her easy Air 'tis makes the Lovers burn;
So unaffected ev'ry thing appears,
No Dress but is genteel that Vernon wears;
And if she let her Eyes extend their Pow'r,
The Swain is wretched that her Charms adore.
Her easy Air 'tis makes the Lovers burn;
So unaffected ev'ry thing appears,
No Dress but is genteel that Vernon wears;
And if she let her Eyes extend their Pow'r,
The Swain is wretched that her Charms adore.
But hold,—take care my Muse,
Lest S---r's matchless Beauty thou abuse;
And fully with too rash a Hand the fair
And faultless Form of Studious Nature's Care,
We know not which excels, her Shape, or Air.
Her careless Mein, her soft engaging Look,
Which yet for Infant Bembo's might be took:
So tender she is touch'd in ev'ry Part,
None cou'd refuse an Off'ring to her Heart.
Lest S---r's matchless Beauty thou abuse;
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And faultless Form of Studious Nature's Care,
We know not which excels, her Shape, or Air.
Her careless Mein, her soft engaging Look,
Which yet for Infant Bembo's might be took:
So tender she is touch'd in ev'ry Part,
None cou'd refuse an Off'ring to her Heart.
Thompson's Good-nature has a winning Grace,
That equally affects us as her Face;
Which with a Shape so easy, Artless join'd,
Shows us the equal Freedom of her Mind;
So from a well-appointed Dress is seen
The Sense of Fifty, Air of Seventeen.
That equally affects us as her Face;
Which with a Shape so easy, Artless join'd,
Shows us the equal Freedom of her Mind;
So from a well-appointed Dress is seen
The Sense of Fifty, Air of Seventeen.
C---ff---d's are like the Fatal Sisters three,
In Number equal, not in Quality,
These are our Wishes, those our Destiny.
The first we justly may admire for Sense,
In Humankind the chiefest Excellence.
Next that, Proportion is the kindling Fire,
And Shape the Loadstone that attracts Desire;
All these at last center'd in Youthful Charms,
Procure the coldest Lovers to their Arms.
In Number equal, not in Quality,
These are our Wishes, those our Destiny.
The first we justly may admire for Sense,
In Humankind the chiefest Excellence.
Next that, Proportion is the kindling Fire,
And Shape the Loadstone that attracts Desire;
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Procure the coldest Lovers to their Arms.
Duport's agreeable engaging way
Inclines my Muse to make a strict Survey,
Observe the taking Beauties that arise,
Both from her unaffected Mein and Eyes:
And when she's pleas'd to Dance, her Motion's such,
We never think she can perform too much:
So graceful 'tis she moves, and yet so free,
Her Ease sh' expresses in her Liberty.
Inclines my Muse to make a strict Survey,
Observe the taking Beauties that arise,
Both from her unaffected Mein and Eyes:
And when she's pleas'd to Dance, her Motion's such,
We never think she can perform too much:
So graceful 'tis she moves, and yet so free,
Her Ease sh' expresses in her Liberty.
If Youth, and all the Charms that from it rise,
Have Pow'r to fix a wand'ring Lover's Eyes,
Buckle has that, and ev'ry pleasing Grace
That Beauty gives us in a Shape or Face.
Her moving Eyes direct us to admire,
But 'tis her Blushes sets our Hearts on Fire.
Have Pow'r to fix a wand'ring Lover's Eyes,
Buckle has that, and ev'ry pleasing Grace
That Beauty gives us in a Shape or Face.
Her moving Eyes direct us to admire,
But 'tis her Blushes sets our Hearts on Fire.
See now how Art and Nature both are kind,
In two bright Sisters intimately join'd:
The Lawrences their fragrant Charms dispence,
While all Mankind confess their Influence;
Darts from their piercing Eyes like Light'ning fly,
And scatter wild Contagion through the Sky.
Such lovely Features, and such charming Hair,
Shining and black, as Raven's Feathers are,
Are Foils invincible that Nature does prepare;
And by unerring Methods to us shows,
The choicest Beauties in her Garden grows.
In two bright Sisters intimately join'd:
The Lawrences their fragrant Charms dispence,
While all Mankind confess their Influence;
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And scatter wild Contagion through the Sky.
Such lovely Features, and such charming Hair,
Shining and black, as Raven's Feathers are,
Are Foils invincible that Nature does prepare;
And by unerring Methods to us shows,
The choicest Beauties in her Garden grows.
So Child appears the Loveliest of her kind,
T'whom Nature has so large a Portion join'd,
A beauteous Body, and a Godlike Mind.
Fair as the Heavens is her Complexion seen,
Artless her Dress, unstudied is her Mein;
Free from a formal and consulted Air,
The natural and the easy are her Care.
T'whom Nature has so large a Portion join'd,
A beauteous Body, and a Godlike Mind.
Fair as the Heavens is her Complexion seen,
Artless her Dress, unstudied is her Mein;
Free from a formal and consulted Air,
The natural and the easy are her Care.
Bright Houblon moves with irresistless Air,
Her Form's engaging, as her Face is fair;
No Charm she wants but that of pitying Love,
Beauty does now its Pow'r too forward prove,
Unless the Nymph she to Compassion move.
Her Form's engaging, as her Face is fair;
No Charm she wants but that of pitying Love,
Beauty does now its Pow'r too forward prove,
Unless the Nymph she to Compassion move.
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The softness which in Gore's fair Eyes we see,
Admits of nought but tender Piety;
No other Inclination can we find,
But gentle Nature, innocently kind.
Charms which Seraphick Pleasure must improve,
And wou'd invite an Angel to her Love.
Admits of nought but tender Piety;
No other Inclination can we find,
But gentle Nature, innocently kind.
Charms which Seraphick Pleasure must improve,
And wou'd invite an Angel to her Love.
What Mortal can behold the pleasing Air
In J---n, and not own the lovely Fair?
Where such bright Charms are in her Face display'd,
She, tho' a Wife, triumphs as if a Maid:
Who views her well, the Object must admire,
Her beauteous Hand alone procures Desire,
And ev'ry Feature in her carries Fire.
In J---n, and not own the lovely Fair?
Where such bright Charms are in her Face display'd,
She, tho' a Wife, triumphs as if a Maid:
Who views her well, the Object must admire,
Her beauteous Hand alone procures Desire,
And ev'ry Feature in her carries Fire.
So B---d gives the admiring World delight,
Her lovely Form, like Angels gay and bright,
Strikes us with Wonder at th'approaching Sight:
So quick she moves with a becoming Pace,
We scarce can judge the most excelling Grace,
Her easy Manner, or her beauteous Face.
Her lovely Form, like Angels gay and bright,
Strikes us with Wonder at th'approaching Sight:
So quick she moves with a becoming Pace,
We scarce can judge the most excelling Grace,
Her easy Manner, or her beauteous Face.
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B--- has sparkling Eyes, whose Magick Pow'r,
A thousand Worshipers each Day adore;
The Sun himself, each Morn, at his Uprise,
Receives not half the grateful Sacrifice.
The Lovers here such Idolizers are,
They weep to find a Deity so fair
And yet so cruel to refuse their Prayer.
When all they move for by their fond Address,
Is hers, as well as their own Happiness.
A thousand Worshipers each Day adore;
The Sun himself, each Morn, at his Uprise,
Receives not half the grateful Sacrifice.
The Lovers here such Idolizers are,
They weep to find a Deity so fair
And yet so cruel to refuse their Prayer.
When all they move for by their fond Address,
Is hers, as well as their own Happiness.
Whate'er's Engaging, Charming, Young, or Fair,
Are in the tender Features writ of Eyre;
Her Eyes such Influence have o'er ev'ry Heart,
Each Glance she casts at Mankind is a Dart;
Each Lock's a Charm, and ev'ry Smile's a Grace,
That wantons in the Beauties of her blooming Face.
Are in the tender Features writ of Eyre;
Her Eyes such Influence have o'er ev'ry Heart,
Each Glance she casts at Mankind is a Dart;
Each Lock's a Charm, and ev'ry Smile's a Grace,
That wantons in the Beauties of her blooming Face.
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