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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=455543" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Mrs. Ward. By The Same.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O thou, my beauteous, ever tender Friend,<br>Thou, on whom all my worldly Joys depend,<br>Accept these Numbers; and with Pleasure hear<br>Unstudy'd Truth, which few, alas! can bear;<br>While conscious Virtue takes the Muse's Part,<br>Glows on thy Cheek, and warms thy gen'rous Heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let Birth--day Suits be thoughtless Celias Cire;<br>And Rows of Di'monds recommend the Fair;<br>While gazing Crouds around the Pageant press,<br>Charm'd with her Pride, and Luxury of Dress:<br>Far other Joys thy just Ambition move,<br>To cherish and reward a Husband's Love;<br>To slight vain Titles, in Retreat to shine,<br>Shun public Praise, and call a Poet thine.<br>And know, ye Fair, a Poet can supply,<br>What Wealth, and Pow'r, and Equipage deny.<br>When the vain Bus'ness of your Lives is o'er,<br>And the Glass frightens, whom it charm'd before;<br>When not a Trace remains of what you were,<br>And not a Compliment salutes your Ear;<br>Without one Virtue, to redeem Respect,<br>Without one Beauty, to sorbid Neglect;<br>With Tears unpity'd, you may then lament<br>The gloomy Setting of a Life mis--spent;<br>Nor Delia's Choice with witty Malice blame,<br>Who gave up Show for Happiness and Fame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O! If the Muse, not uninspir'd, divine,<br>Thy bright Example shall for ever shine;<br>Teach the wise Virgin, where to fix her Choice,<br>And weigh no Marriage by the common Voice;<br>To yield with Dignity, reject with Grace;<br>Nor tire the Lover with a tedious Chace:<br>With Ease to conquer, and with Ease retain,<br>Brighten Prosperity, or soften Pain:<br>Know Woman's Glory, and her proper End;<br>Live to her Husband, Family, and Friend:<br>Thro' varying Life her various Virtues prove,<br>Honour her Portion here, and Bliss above.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Say, What Persuasion, or what Arts of mine,<br>Could gain a Passage to a Soul like thine?<br>Where Female Softness, Strength of Reason meet,<br>A piercing Judgment, and a Wit discrect;<br>Where ev'ry Passion, ev'ry Duty, knows<br>Its proper Bounds, and not unlicens'd flows.<br>Say, for thou know'st, my ever ablest Guide,<br>(One doubtful Act remains unjustify'd)<br>On Me, on Me, thy choicest Favours fell;<br>Could You so err, or I deserve so well?<br>Instruct me thou the happy Art to steer,<br>And still with Modesty thy Conduct clear;<br>So in thy Praises may the World agree;<br>Nor load with Vanity the Muse and Me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With Song still usher'd shall the Morn arise,<br>That shew'd thee first, all--charming, to my Eyes:<br>I gaz'd with Rapture, yet chastiz'd with Awe:<br>So the First Man descending Angels saw.<br>Speaking, or silent, O! secure to charm,<br>To win with Wisdom, or with Beauty warm:<br>The Graces unobserv'd, with easy Care,<br>Form thy soft Accents, and compose thy Air.<br>I saw, and heard; nor heard, nor saw, unmov'd,<br>Unknowing, or I durst not know, I lov'd.<br>What thence I suffer'd, let high Heav'n declare,<br>Pitying my Grief, propitious to my Pray'r.<br>Heav'n try'd my Passion, and pronounc'd it true:<br>Hence I embolden'd, and hence softer You.<br>Yet oft with--held, and falt'ring oft with Pain,<br>My Tongue half utters, what my Eyes explain,<br>Nor prone to flatter, nor to Virtue blind;<br>Not void of Knowledge, and to learn inclin'd;<br>Nor sprung from noble, nor ungen'rous Blood;<br>Boasting a Father honest, wise, and good;<br>Such long observ'd, and by long Converse shown,<br>My Temper, Manners, and my Failings known:<br>You trust my Vows, and pity Love sincere;<br>Haste to relieve, and smile away my Fear;<br>Give all you can, and all the rest forsake,<br>The noblest Sacrifice, that Love could make!<br>Of what Avail the Use of Wealth to Thee?<br>Or what the Blessing, if unshar'd with Me?<br>O doubly honour'd by the grateful Mind,<br>For what you bring, and what you leave behind!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is there a Man in Science not unread,<br>In simple Neatness elegantly bred,<br>Of what or Health or Nature asks, possess'd,<br>Receiv'd by all, and by his Friends caress'd,<br>False and insidious can the Fair pursue,<br>And look on Beauty with a Miser's View?<br>Taught by the Muse such abject Souls to hate,<br>And hope sweet Converse from the Marriage--State,<br>I place my Triumphs in a matchless Wife,<br>Nor seek superfluous Vanities of Life:<br>Thus, unobnoxious to Detraction's Aim,<br>Nor base Suspicion can attaint my Fame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Degen'rate Thought! Let sland'rous Tongues assail;<br>Spread all their Poison, all their Rage prevail;<br>So gracious Heav'n restore thee, to enjoy<br>What Love could leave, but Wisdom could employ.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mean--while my Delia manifests her Worth;<br>The Loss of Riches calls her Prudence forth:<br>Behold her now with Dignity descend;<br>And low, but necessary, Cares attend;<br>Chearful, what Fortune not allows, resign;<br>And, harder still, her Charities confine:<br>But Heav'n in secret sees the kind Intent,<br>Each Act of Pity, or of Bounty, meant;<br>Heav'n sees in secret; but in open Day<br>Will crown thy Merit, and thy Praise display.<br>Tho' small thy Store, not Millions could suffice,<br>To furnish all thy lib'ral Thought supplies.<br>How oft thy lov'd Sapphira melts thy Breast,<br>Obscur'd her Worth, her Genius half depress'd!<br>How oft thy Fancy helps Old--Age along!<br>Or hears the Widow's, and the Orphau's Song!<br>Now visionary Temples rise around;<br>And half thy Empire, GEORGE, is sacred Ground.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From Thee, my Delia, from thy watchful Care,<br>My Little lasts; my Little, Friends can share:<br>Nor Debts distract, nor Usuries devour;<br>Poor if I am, within my Fortune poor.<br>Smile on, my Fair, tho' cautious, void of Fear,<br>Wise to shun Sorrows, or prepar'd to bear.<br>Who copies Thee, shall never fail to find,<br>'Midst Clouds and Storms, the Sun--shine of the Mind:<br>For Piety (whatever Ill impends)<br>Omniscience guides, Omnipotence defends.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bless'd in Retirement, Competence, and Love,<br>Below all Envy, and all Vice above,<br>Crown'd with Content, I only burn to show,<br>(Hopeless to recompense) how much I owe.<br>O born with Genius, and with Learning fill'd,<br>In ev'ry Rule of happy Writings skill'd;<br>Whom Beauties strike, false Ornaments offend;<br>Who weigh with Care each Author's Scope and End;<br>Know why Pope slackens, or augments his Fire;<br>And oft, where others damn, the most admire;<br>(So shallow Wits, with bolder Folly, blame,<br>From Parts, the faultless Universal Frame:<br>But Newton's Genius could the Whole explore,<br>See All was good, and Wisdom's Hand adore.)<br>This Verse (you know me free from faulty Pride)<br>Or kindly authorize, or kindly hide:<br>Approve; and Fame shall sanctify my Lays:<br>Suppress; yet Love my grateful Labour pays.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mary+Barber">Mary Barber</a><div class=q>
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Thou, on whom all my worldly Joys depend,
Accept these Numbers; and with Pleasure hear
Unstudy'd Truth, which few, alas! can bear;
While conscious Virtue takes the Muse's Part,
Glows on thy Cheek, and warm..."></div>
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