n6 LOVE of FAME, Sat.V.

The mind when turn’d adrift, no rules to guide,Drives at the mercy of the wind, and tide;

Fancy , and passion toss it to and fro,

A-while torment, and then quite sink in woe.

Ye beauteous orphans! since in silent dustYour best example lies, my precepts trust.

Life swarms with ills, the boldest are afraid,Where then is safety for a tender maid?

Unfit for conflict, round beset with woes,

And man, whom least she fears, her worst of foes!When kind, most cruel; when oblig’d the most,The least obliging; and by favours, lost.

Cruel by nature, they for kindness hate,

And scorn you for those ills themselves create.

If on your fame our sex a blot has thrown,

’Twill ever stick, thro’ malice of your own.

Most hard! in pleasing your chief glory lies;

And yet from pleasing your chief dangers rife:

Then

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