Fables for the female sex

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Printed for R. Francklin, 1749 - Poetry - 173 pages
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Page 36 - Reluftant, meets the rude embrace, And bleats among the howling race. With horror oft her eyes behold Her murder'd kindred of the fold ; Each day a...
Page 119 - Again to perim, and to rife. And muft weak woman then difown The change, to which a world is prone? In one meridian...
Page 26 - Soloofe, fo negligently lac'd? Why muft the wrapping bed-gown hide Your fnowy bofom's fwelling pride ? How ill that drefs adorns your head, • Diftain'd, and rumpled from the bed ! Thofe clouds, that fhade your blooming face, A little water might difplace, , , As nature ev'ry morn beftows The cryftal dew, to cleanfe the rofe.
Page 27 - tis to find This fault in half the female kind! From hence proceed aversion, strife, And all that sours the wedded life. Beauty can only point the dart, 'Tis neatness guides it to the heart; Let neatness then, and beauty strive To keep a wav'ring flame alive.
Page 167 - To hold her from her sex exempted.' " For one, we'll never quarrel, man, " Take her, and keep her, if you can ; " And pleas'd I yield to your petition, " Since every fair, by such permission, " Will hold herself the one selected, " And so my system stands protected.
Page 62 - All dress was meant for fancy's aid, Which evermore delighted dwells On what the bashful nymph conceals.
Page 109 - Tho' little, make it large in love ; O bid my feeling heart expand To ev'ry claim, on ev'ry hand, To thofe, from whom my days I drew...
Page 82 - If learning crack her giddy brains, No remedy, but death remains. Sum up the various ills of life, And all are sweet to such a wife.
Page 84 - For modern poetry and wit, He had read all that Blackmore writ; So intimate with Curl was grown, His learned treasures were his own; To all his authors had access, And sometimes would correct the press. In...
Page 159 - Within the womb make fresh advances, And dictate future qualms and fancies; Thence in the growing form expand, With childhood travel hand in hand ; And give a taste of all their joys, In gewgaws, rattles, pomp, and noise.

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