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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=431461" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Monday, Roxana, or the Drawing-Room</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Roxana from the court retiring late,<br>Sigh'd her soft sorrows at St. JAMES's gate:<br>Such heavy thoughts lay brooding in her breast,<br>Not her own chairmen wth more weight opprest;<br>They groan the cruel load they're doom'd to bear;<br>She in these gentler sounds express'd her care.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Was it for this, that I these Roses wear,<br>"For this new-set my Jewels for my hair?<br>"Ah ! Princess ! with what zeal have I pursu'd!<br>"Almost forgot the duty of a Prude.<br>"Thinking I never cou'd attend too soon,<br>"I've miss'd my prayers, to get me dress'd by noon.<br>"For Thee, ah ! what for Thee did I resign?<br>"My Pleasures, Passions, all that e'er was mine.<br>"I sacrific'd both Modesty and Ease,<br>"Left Operas, and went to filthy Plays;<br>"Double entendres shock'd my tender ear,<br>"Yet even this for Thee I chose to bear.<br>"In glowing youth, when nature bids be gay,<br>"And ev'ry joy of life before me lay,<br>"By honour prompted, and by pride restrain'd,<br>"The pleasures of the young my soul disdain'd:<br>"Sermons I sought, and with a mien severe<br>"Censur'd my neighbours, and said daily pray'r.<br>"Alas ! how chang'd! -- with the same sermon mien <br>"That once I pray'd, the What-d'ye call't I've seen.<br>"Ah ! cruel Princess, for thy sake I've lost<br>"That reputation which so dear had cost:<br>"I, who avoided ev'ry publick place,<br>"When bloom, and beauty bid me show my face;<br>"Now near Thee constant ev'ry night abide<br>"With never-failing duty by thy side,<br>"Myself and daughters standing on a row,<br>"To all the foreigners a goodly show!<br>"Oft had your drawing-room been sadly thin,<br>"And merchants wives close by the chair had been seen;<br>"Had not I amply fill'd the empty space,<br>"And sav'd your Highness from the dire disgrace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Yet COQUETILLA's artifice prevails,<br>"When all my merit and my duty fails:<br>"That COQUETILLA, whose deluding airs<br>"Corrupts our virgins, and our youth ensnares;<br>"So sunk her character, so lost her fame,<br>"Scarce visited before your Highness came;<br>"Yet for the Bed-chamber 'tis Her you chuse,<br>"When Zeal and Fame and Virtue you refuse.<br>"Ah ! worthy choice ! not one of all your train<br>"Whom censure blasts not, and dishonours stain.<br>"Let the nice hind now suckle dirty pigs,<br>"And the proud pea-hen snatch the cuckoo's eggs!<br>"Let IRIS leave her paint, and own her age,<br>"And grave SUFFOLKIA wed a giddy page !<br>"A greater miracle is daily view'd,<br>"A virtuous Princess with a court so lewd.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"I know thee, Court ! with all thy treach'rous wiles,<br>"Thy false caresses and undoing smiles !<br>"Ah ! Princess, learn'd in all the courtly arts<br>"To cheat our hopes, and yet to gain our hearts.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Large lovely bribes are the great statesman's aim;<br>"And the neglected patriot follows fame.<br>"The Prince is ogled ; some the King pursue;<br>"But your ROXANA only follows YOU.<br>"Despis'd ROXANA, cease, and try to find<br>"Some other, since the Princess proves unkind:<br>"Perhaps it is not hard to find at court<br>"If not a greater, a more firm support."</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lady+Mary+Wortley+Montagu">Lady Mary Wortley Montagu</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=431461" data-title="Monday, Roxana, or the Drawing-Room de Lady Mary Wortley Montagu" data-description="Roxana from the court retiring late, Sigh'd her soft sorrows at St. JAMES's gate: Such heavy thoughts lay brooding in her breast, Not her own chairmen wth more weight opprest; They groan the cruel load they're doom'd to bear; She in these gentler ..."></div> </div> </div>
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