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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=431480" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Town Eclogues: 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 |w^th^| 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=431480" data-title="Town Eclogues: 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 |w^th^| more weight opprest; They groan the cruel load they're doom'd to bear ; She in thes..."></div> </div> </div>
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