Sat. VI. The Universal Passion . 123

Curt’sies to curt’sies, then, with grace succeed,Not one the Fair omits, but at the creed.

Or if the joins the Service, ’tis to speak ;

Thro’ dreadful silence the pent heart might break;Untaught to bear it, women talk awayTo God himself, and fondly think they pray.

But sweet their accent, and their air refin'd ;

For they’re before their Maker,-and mankind:

When ladies once are proud of praying well,

Satan himself will toll the parisli bell.

Acquainted with the world, and quite well bred,c Drusa receives her visitants in bed.

But chast as ice, this Vesta to defieThe very blackest tongue of calumny,

When from her sheets her lovely form the lifts,She begs, you just would turn you, while the Jkists.

Those charms are greatest which decline the sight,That makes the Banquet poignant, and polite.

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