Sat. VI. The Universal Pajsion . 13 j

Since full each other station of renown ,

Who would not be the greatest Trapes in town?Women were made to give our eyes delight,

A female fioven is an odious sight.

Fair Isabella is so fond of same.

That her dear-Jels is her eternal theme;

Thro’ hopes of contradiction oft slie’ll fay,

“ Methinks I look so wretchedly to-day!"

When most the world applauds you, most beware;’Tis often less a blessings than a snare.

Distrust mankind ; with your own heart confer;And dread even there to find a flatterer.

The breath of others raises our renown,

Our own as sure blows the pageant down;

Take up no more, than you by worth can claim,Least soon you prove a bankrupt in your fame.

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