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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=431421" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>From The Ladies Defence</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Melissa: I've still rever'd your Order [she is responding to a Parson] as Divine;<br>And when I see unblemish'd Virtue shine,<br>When solid Learning, and substantial Sense,<br>Are joyn'd with unaffected Eloquence;<br>When Lives and Doctrices of a Piece are made,<br>And holy Truths with humble Zeal convey'd;<br>When free from Passion, Bigottry, and Pride,<br>Not sway'd by Int'rest, nor to Parties ty'd,<br>Contemning Riches, and abhorring strife,<br>And shunning all the noisy Pomps of Life,<br>You live the aweful Wonders of your time,<br>Without the least Suspicion of a Crime:<br>I shall with Joy the highest Deference pay,<br>and heedfully attend to all you say.<br>From such, Reproofs shall always welcome prove,<br>As being th' Effects of Piety and Love.<br>But those from me can challenge no Respect,<br>Who on us all without just Cause reflect:<br>Who without Mercy all the Sex decry,<br>And into open Defamations fly:<br>Who think us Creatures for Derision made,<br>And the Creator with his Works upbraid:<br>What he call'd good, they proudly think not so,<br>And with their Malice, their Prophaneness show.<br>'Tis hard we shou'd be by the Men despis'd,<br>Yet kept from knowing what wou'd make us priz'd:<br>Debarr'd from Knowledge, banish'd from the Schools,<br>And with the utmost Industry bred Fools.<br>Laugh'd out of Reason, jested out of Sense,<br>And nothing left but Native Innocence:<br>Then told we are incapable of Wit,<br>And only for the meanest Drudgeries fit:<br>Made Slaves to serve their Luxury and Pride,<br>And with innumerable Hardships try'd,<br>'Till Pitying Heav'n release us from our Pain,<br>Kind Heav'n to whom alone we dare complain.<br>Th' ill-natur'd World will no Compassion show;<br>Such as are wretched, it wou'd still have so:<br>It gratifies its Envy and its Spight;<br>The most in others Miseries take Delight.<br>While we are present they some Pity spare,<br>And feast us on a thin Repast of Air:<br>Look Grave and Sigh, when we our Wrongs relate,<br>An in a Compliment accuse our Fate:<br>Blame those to whom we our Misfortunes owe,<br>And all the Signs of real Friendship show.<br>But when we're absent, we their Sport are made,<br>They fan the Flame, and our Oppressors aid;<br>Joyn with the Stronger, the Victorious Side,<br>And all our Suff'ring, all our griefs deride.<br>Those gen'rous few, whom kinder Thoughts inspire,<br>And who the Happiness of all desire;<br>Who wish we were from barb'rous Usage free,<br>Exempt from Toils, and shameful Slavery,<br>Yet let us, unreprov'd, mis. spend our Hours,<br>And to mean Purposes employ our nobler Pow'rs.<br>They think, if we our Thoughts can but express,<br>And know but how to Work, to Dance and Dress,<br>It is enough, as much as we shou'd mind,<br>As if we were for nothing else design'd,<br>But made, like Puppets, to divert Mankind.<br>O that my Sex wou'd all such Toys despise;<br>And only study to be Good, and Wise;<br>Inspect themselves, and every Blemish find,<br>Search all the close Recesses of the Mind,<br>And leave no vice, no ruling Passion there,<br>Nothing to raise a Blush, or cause a Fear:<br>Their Memories with solid Notions fill,<br>And let their Reason dictate to their Will,<br>Instead of Novels, Histories peruse,<br>And for their Guides the wiser Ancients chuse,<br>Thro' all the Labyrinths of Learning go,<br>And grow more humble, as they more do know.<br>By doing this, they will Respect procure,<br>Silence the Men, and lasting Fame secure;<br>And to themselves the best Companions prove,<br>And neither fear their Malice, nor desire their Love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lady+Mary+Chudleigh">Lady Mary Chudleigh</a><div class=q>
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And when I see unblemish'd Virtue shine,
When solid Learning, and substantial Sense,
Are joyn'd with unaffected Eloquence;
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