Poems, moral and descriptive By the late Richard Jago ... (Prepared for the press, and improved by the author, before his death.) To which is added, some account of the life and writings of Mr. Jago |
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FEMALE EMPIRE.
A TRUE HISTORY.
Like Bruin's was Avaro's breast,
No softness harbour'd there;
While Sylvio some concern express'd,
When beauty shed a tear.
No softness harbour'd there;
While Sylvio some concern express'd,
When beauty shed a tear.
In Hymen's bands they both were tied,
As Cupid's archives shew ye;
Proud Celia was Avaro's bride,
And Sylvio's gentle Chloe.
As Cupid's archives shew ye;
Proud Celia was Avaro's bride,
And Sylvio's gentle Chloe.
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Like other nymphs, at church they swore,
To honour, and obey,
Which, with each learned nymph before,
They soon explain'd away.
To honour, and obey,
Which, with each learned nymph before,
They soon explain'd away.
If Chloe now wou'd have her will,
Her streaming eyes prevail'd,
Or if her swain prov'd cruel still,
Hysterics never fail'd.
Her streaming eyes prevail'd,
Or if her swain prov'd cruel still,
Hysterics never fail'd.
But Celia scorn'd the plaintive moan,
And heart-dissolving show'r;
With flashing eye, and angry tone,
She best maintain'd her pow'r.
And heart-dissolving show'r;
With flashing eye, and angry tone,
She best maintain'd her pow'r.
Yet once the mandates of his Turk
Avaro durst refuse;
For why? important was his work,
“To register old shoes!”
Avaro durst refuse;
For why? important was his work,
“To register old shoes!”
And does, said she, the wretch dispute
My claim such clowns to rule?
If Celia cannot charm a brute,
She can chastise a fool.
My claim such clowns to rule?
If Celia cannot charm a brute,
She can chastise a fool.
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Then strait she to his closet flew,
His private thoughts she tore,
And from its place the poker drew,
That fell'd him on the floor.
His private thoughts she tore,
And from its place the poker drew,
That fell'd him on the floor.
Henceforth, said she, my calls regard,
Own mine the stronger plea,
Nor let thy vulgar cares retard
The female rites of tea.
Own mine the stronger plea,
Nor let thy vulgar cares retard
The female rites of tea.
Victorious sex! alike your art,
And puissance we dread;
For if you cannot break our heart,
'Tis plain you'll break our head.
And puissance we dread;
For if you cannot break our heart,
'Tis plain you'll break our head.
Place me, ye Gods, beneath the throne
Which gentle smiles environ,
And I'll submission gladly own,
Without a rod of iron.
Which gentle smiles environ,
And I'll submission gladly own,
Without a rod of iron.
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