11 z LOVE of F/l M E, Sat. VrFew to good-breeding make a just pretence,Good-breeding is the blossom of good sense;The last result of an aecomplilht mind,

With outward grace, the body's virtue , join’d.

A violated decency, now, reigns j

And Nymphs for failings take peculiar pains.

With Indian painters modern toasts agree,

The point they aim at is deformity :

.They throw their persons with a hoydon-airAcross the room, and toss into the chair;

So far their commerce with mankind is gone*They, for our manners, have exchang’d their own,The modest look, the castigated grace,

The gentle movement, and slow-meafur’d pace,-For which her lovers dyd, her parents pay'dyAre indecorums with the modern maid*

Stiff forms are bad, but let not worse intrude*

Nor conquer art t and nature , to be rude;

Modern