The London-Spy Compleat In Eighteen Parts By the Author of the Trip to Jamaica [i.e. Edward Ward] |
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VIII. PART VIII.
The Spy and his Friend go to St. James's. The Opinion of an Irish Dear Joy upon the Whales Rib there. A Description of the Park, and the Ladies of the Court, with a Copy of Verses upon Woman. A Description of Westminster-Abbey, a Company of Train-Bands, Westminster-Hall, and the Courts of Justice; with the Character of a Pettifogger. A Story of the great Bell at Westminster. Remarks upon the Tennis-Court at White-Hall, and the Ruines there; with the Character of a Foot Soldier.
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[Woman (when Good) the best of Saints]
Woman
(when Good) the best of Saints,
That Bright Seraphick Lovely She!
Who nothing of an Angel wants,
But Truth and Immortality.
That Bright Seraphick Lovely She!
Who nothing of an Angel wants,
But Truth and Immortality.
Whose Silken Limbs, and Charming Face,
Keeps Nature warm with Amorous Fire,
Was she with Wisdom Arm'd, and Grace,
What greater Bliss could Man desire.
Keeps Nature warm with Amorous Fire,
Was she with Wisdom Arm'd, and Grace,
What greater Bliss could Man desire.
How Smoothly would our Minutes slide?
How Sweetly Lovers must accord?
Had she but Wit herself to guide,
Or Prudence to obey her Lord.
How Sweetly Lovers must accord?
Had she but Wit herself to guide,
Or Prudence to obey her Lord.
Few Troubles would our Lives annoy,
Could Man on wav'ring Beauty trust;
But her Misguidance mars the Joy,
Thro' want of Wisdom to be Just.
Could Man on wav'ring Beauty trust;
But her Misguidance mars the Joy,
Thro' want of Wisdom to be Just.
Adam no Paradise had Lost,
Had Eve not Disobedient been;
Her wand'ring Inclination cost
The Price of Happiness for Sin.
Had Eve not Disobedient been;
Her wand'ring Inclination cost
The Price of Happiness for Sin.
How Blest a Marriage State would be,
Were but her Temper and her Love,
From Lust and Revolution free;
How great a Blessing would she prove!
Were but her Temper and her Love,
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How great a Blessing would she prove!
But Pride of being Great and Gay,
Tempts her to Deviate, by degrees,
From Vertues Paths, and run astray,
For Gawdy Plumes and Lolling Ease.
Tempts her to Deviate, by degrees,
From Vertues Paths, and run astray,
For Gawdy Plumes and Lolling Ease.
Thus once defil'd she soon grows Lewd,
Like Angels fall'n from Purity,
Pursuing Ill, disdaining Good;
And Envies what she cannot be.
Like Angels fall'n from Purity,
Pursuing Ill, disdaining Good;
And Envies what she cannot be.
Could Beauty in her Dressing Glass,
The Charms of Innocence but see:
How Vertue gilds her Awful Face,
She'd Prize the Darling Raritie.
The Charms of Innocence but see:
How Vertue gilds her Awful Face,
She'd Prize the Darling Raritie.
For she that's Lovely, Just, and Kind,
Does Blessing to a Woman bring;
But if her Honours once Resign'd,
Tho' Fair, she's but a Pois'nous Sting.
Does Blessing to a Woman bring;
But if her Honours once Resign'd,
Tho' Fair, she's but a Pois'nous Sting.
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[Sure Art and Nature, no where else can show]
Sure Art and Nature, no where else can show
A Park where Trees in such true order grow.
In silver Streams the gentle Isis here
No Banks o'er flowes, yet proudly swells so near,
That makes the pleasing Cup just brimming full appear
A Park where Trees in such true order grow.
In silver Streams the gentle Isis here
No Banks o'er flowes, yet proudly swells so near,
That makes the pleasing Cup just brimming full appear
Jn Summers longest days, when Phebus takes
A Pride to pierce the thickest Shades and Brakes,
May Beauties walk beneath a Verdent Skreen,
Exempt from Dust, and by the Sun unseen:
So thick of Leaves each Plant, so green the Gráss,
Sure Mortal never view'd a sweeter place.
A Pride to pierce the thickest Shades and Brakes,
May Beauties walk beneath a Verdent Skreen,
Exempt from Dust, and by the Sun unseen:
So thick of Leaves each Plant, so green the Gráss,
Sure Mortal never view'd a sweeter place.
Prevailing Ladies meet in Lovely Swarms,
And bless each day its Umbrage with their Charms.
Rev'rence the Stuarts Name for this hera'ter:
King James the First Clubb'd Wood, his Grandson Charles found Water.
And bless each day its Umbrage with their Charms.
Rev'rence the Stuarts Name for this hera'ter:
King James the First Clubb'd Wood, his Grandson Charles found Water.
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[To a Coblers Aul, or Butchers Knife]
To a Coblers Aul, or Butchers Knife,Or Porters Knot, Commend me;
But from a Souldiers Lazy Life,
Good Heaven pray defend me.
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