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But from the hoop’s bewitching round,
Her very shoe has power to wound.
Fables for the Female Sex (1744)
’Tis now the summer of your youth: time has not cropt the roses from your cheek, though sorrow long has washed them.
The Gamester (1753)
Time still, as he flies, brings increase to her truth,
And gives to her mind what he steals from her youth.
But beauty has wings, and too hastily flies,
And love, unrewarded, soon sickens and dies.
Beauty has wings, and too hastily flies,
And love, unrewarded, soon sickens and dies.
Time, still as he flies, adds increase to her truth,
And gives to her mind what he steals from her youth.
Can’t I another’s face commend,
And to her virtues be a friend,
But instantly your forehead lours,
As if her merit lessen’d yours?
Fables for the Female Sex (1744)
I am rich beyond the dreams of avarice.
The Gamester (1753)
O Poverty! thou source of human art,
Thou great inspirer of the poet’s song!
The maid who modestly conceals
Her beauties, while she hides, reveals;
Give but a glimpse, and fancy draws
Whate’er the Grecian Venus was.
Fables for the Female Sex (1744)
This is adding insult to injuries.
The Foundling (1748)
Can't I another's face commend,
Or to her virtues be a friend,
But instantly your forehead louers,
As if her merit lessen'd yours?
I'll tell thee what it [the world] says: it calls me a villain: a treacherous husband; a cruel father; a false brother; one lost to nature and her charities; or, to say all in one short word, it calls me—gamester.
The Gamester (1753)
The trav’ller, if he chance to stray,
May turn uncensured to his way;
Polluted streams again are pure,
And deepest wounds admit a cure;
But woman no redemption knows;
The wounds of honour never close.
Fables for the Female Sex (1744)