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AMELIA.
One eve from whist-table Amelia withdrew,
Join'd our group, and she begg'd we'd explain—
Why year after year, by Wit's common-place crew,
We are told life's so short and so vain:
With a look that spoke more than all Cicero said,
To me flew her order—I bow'd, and obey'd.
Join'd our group, and she begg'd we'd explain—
Why year after year, by Wit's common-place crew,
We are told life's so short and so vain:
With a look that spoke more than all Cicero said,
To me flew her order—I bow'd, and obey'd.
“Our sex, my fair curious, are Vanity's fools,
“On Bubbles of Self-love we soar;
“However a patron may pension his tool,
“Dependency dodges for more:
“The gross of Mankind are such near-sighted elves,
“As trash they behold all the world,—but themselves.
“On Bubbles of Self-love we soar;
“However a patron may pension his tool,
“Dependency dodges for more:
“The gross of Mankind are such near-sighted elves,
“As trash they behold all the world,—but themselves.
“Illib'ral Ingratitude always will scold,
“Expectancy's ever in pain;
“Abuse gives her tongue, and you need not be told,
“The most worthless are always most vain:
“Like pure silent streams, Merit keeps in its place,
“Approach Dunce's torrent, Froth flies in your face.
“Expectancy's ever in pain;
“Abuse gives her tongue, and you need not be told,
“The most worthless are always most vain:
“Like pure silent streams, Merit keeps in its place,
“Approach Dunce's torrent, Froth flies in your face.
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“When you bless the day, with your figure and face,
“Insensibles seem to admire;
“By Love's Electricities—Beauty and Grace,
“Ev'n Dullness is struck with desire:
“Life's not worth without you, one half day's expence,
“'Tis a world without sun, and a soul without sense.
“Insensibles seem to admire;
“By Love's Electricities—Beauty and Grace,
“Ev'n Dullness is struck with desire:
“Life's not worth without you, one half day's expence,
“'Tis a world without sun, and a soul without sense.
“O! wou'd ye, Ineffables, wou'd you endure,
“To bestow upon man a new birth;
“Your forms are specifics to furnish the cure,
“And eradicate Folly from earth:
“To you, as our sovereign, we offer our hearts,
“And only are happy when you take our parts.”
“To bestow upon man a new birth;
“Your forms are specifics to furnish the cure,
“And eradicate Folly from earth:
“To you, as our sovereign, we offer our hearts,
“And only are happy when you take our parts.”
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