The Works of the English Poets: Addison

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EPILOGUE

WRITTEN BY SIR SAMUEL GART H.

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Who would not liften when young lovers woo?
But die a maid, yet have the choice of two !
Ladies are often cruel to their coft:
To give you pain, themselves they punish most.
Vows of virginity should well be weigh'd ;
Too oft they're cancel'd, though in convents made.
Would you revenge such rash resolves---you may
Be spiteful---and believe the thing we say,
We hate you when you're easily said nay.
How needless, if you knew us, were your fears !
Let love have eyes, and beauty will have ears.
Qur hearts are form'd as you yourselves would chuse,
Too proud to ask, too humble to refuse ;
We give to merit, and to wealth we fell :
He sighs with most success that fettles well.
The woes of wedlock with the joys we mix :
'Tis best repenting in a coach and fix.

Blame not our conduct, fince we but pursue
Those lively lesions we have learnt from you.
Your breasts no more the fire of beauty warms,
But wicked wealtb usurps the power of charms.

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What pains to get the gaudy thing you hate,
To swell in show, and be a wretch in state !
At plays you ogle, at the ring you bow រ j
Ev’n churches are no fanctuaries now :
There golden idols all your vows receive,
She is no goddess that has nought to give.
Oh, may once more the happy age appear,
When words were artless, and the thoughts fincere ;
When gold and grandeur were unenvy'd things,
And courts less coveted than groves and springs :
Love then shall only mourn when truth complains,
And constancy feel transport in its chains :
Sighs with success their own soft anguish tell,
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eyes thall utter what the lips conceal :
Virtue again to its bright station climb,
And beauty fear no enemy but time;
The fair shall listen to desert alone,
And every Lucia find a Cato's fon.

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