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By Venus, Cupid, ev'ry pow'r,
By tricks and cheats, and lies you live,
But at each broken oath and vow,
Who have so often tried her;
And Cupid can't be angry sure,
And stretch his empire wider.
See all our youth confess thy pow'r,
And press to drag thy chain;
And tho' we swear, and brag we're free, Repentant Darnley * longs like me,
To be thy slave again.
* Edward Bligh, second Earl of Darnley.—W.
That beauteous face, those heav'nly charms,
The cautious mother's breast alarms,
For her young darling son;
And each penurious father fears,
Lest their unthinking am'rous heirs, gaze, and be undone,
Venus, whose charms rule all above,
And for her beauty's pow'r ;
Like her a thorough w———.
TO MRS. BINDON,
BY THE RIGHT HON. SIR CHARLES HANBURY WILLIAMS.
APOLLO of old on Britannia did smile,
Then Shakspeare, and Milton, and Waller appear'd,
And Dryden, whose brows by Apollo were crown'd,
As he sung in such strains as the God might have
since the laurel is given of late,
To Cibber, to Eusden, to Shadwell and Tate,
Apollo hath quitted the isle he once lov'd,
He vows and he swears he'll inspire us no more, And hath put out Pope's fires which he kindled before;
And further, he says, men no longer shall boast A science their slight and ill-treatment hath
But that women alone for the future shall write And who can resist, when they doubly delight? And lest we should doubt what he said to be true, Has begun by inspiring Sapphira and You.
MRS. BINDON'S ANSWER.
WHEN home I return'd from the dancing last night,
And, elate by your praises, attempted to write, I familiarly call'd on Apollo for aid,
And told him how many fine things you had said.
He smiled at my folly, and gave me to know, Your wit, and not mine, by your writings you
"When he knows in his heart, if he speak but
"That no woman alive can now boast I am kind: