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What art thou SPLEEN which ev'ry thing dost ape	A
Thou Proteus to abus'd Mankind	B
Who never yet thy real Cause cou'd find	B
Or fix thee to remain in one continued Shape	A
Still varying thy perplexing Form	C
Now a Dead Sea thou'lt represent	D
A Calm of stupid Discontent	D
Then dashing on the Rocks wilt rage into a Storm	C
Trembling sometimes thou dost appear	E
Dissolv'd into a Panick Fear	E
On Sleep intruding dost thy Shadows spread	F
Thy gloomy Terrours round the silent Bed	F
And croud with boading Dreams the Melancholy Head	F
Or when the Midnight Hour is told	G
And drooping Lids thou still dost waking hold	G
Thy fond Delusions cheat the Eyes	H
Before them antick Spectres dance	I
Unusual Fires their pointed Heads advance	I
And airy Phantoms rise	H
Such was the monstrous Vision seen	J
When Brutus now beneath his Cares opprest	G
And all Rome's Fortunes rolling in his Breast	G
Before Philippi's latest Field	G
Before his Fate did to Octavius lead	G
Was vanquish'd by the Spleen	J
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Falsly the Mortal Part we blame	K
Of our deprest and pond'rous Frame	K
Which till the First degrading Sin	L
Let Thee its dull Attendant in	L
Still with the Other did comply	M
Nor clogg'd the Active Soul dispos'd to fly	M
And range the Mansions of it's native Sky	M
Nor whilst in his own Heaven he dwelt	G
Whilst Man his Paradice possest	G
His fertile Garden in the fragrant East	G
And all united Odours smelt	G
No armed Sweets until thy Reign	N
Cou'd shock the Sense or in the Face	O
A flusht unhandsom Colour place	O
Now the Jonquille o'ercomes the feeble Brain	N
We faint beneath the Aromatick Pain	N
Till some offensive Scent thy Pow'rs appease	P
And Pleasure we resign for short and nauseous Ease	P
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In ev'ry One thou dost possess	Q
New are thy Motions and thy Dress	Q
Now in some Grove a list'ning Friend	G
Thy false Suggestions must attend	G
Thy whisper'd Griefs thy fancy'd Sorrows hear	R
Breath'd in a Sigh and witness'd by a Tear	S
Whilst in the light and vulgar Croud	G
Thy Slaves more clamorous and loud	G
By Laughters unprovok'd thy Influence too confess	Q
In the Imperious Wife thou Vapours art	G
Which from o'erheated Passions rise	H
In Clouds to the attractive Brain	N
Until descending thence again	T
Thro' the o'er cast and show'ring Eyes	H
Upon her Husband's soften'd Heart	G
He the disputed Point must yield	G
Something resign of the contested Field	G
Til Lordly Man born to Imperial Sway	U
Compounds for Peace to make that Right away	U
And Woman arm'd with Spleen do's servilely Obey	U
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The Fool to imitate the Wits	V
Complains of thy pretended Fits	V
And Dulness born with him wou'd lay	U
Upon thy accidental Sway	U
Because sometimes thou dost presume	W
Into the ablest Heads to come	X
That often Men of Thoughts refin'd	G
Impatient of unequal Sence	V
Such slow Returns where they so much dispense	V
Retiring from the Croud are to thy Shades inclin'd	G
O'er me alas thou dost too much prevail	Y
I feel thy Force whilst I against thee rail	Y
I feel my Verse decay and my crampt Numbers fail	Y
Thro' thy black Jaundice I all Objects see	V
As Dark and Terrible as Thee	V
My Lines decry'd and my Employment thought	G
An useless Folly or presumptuous Fault	G
Whilst in the Muses Paths I stray	U
Whilst in their Groves and by their secret Springs	V
My Hand delights to trace unusual Things	V
And deviates from the known and common way	U
Nor will in fading Silks compose	V
Faintly th' inimitable Rose	V
Fill up an ill drawn Bird or paint on Glass	V
The Sov'reign's blurr'd and undistinguish'd Face	V
The threatning Angel and the speaking Ass	V
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Patron thou art to ev'ry gross Abuse	V
The sullen Husband's feign'd Excuse	V
When the ill Humour with his Wife he spends	V
And bears recruited Wit and Spirits to his Friends	V
The Son of Bacchus pleads thy Pow'r	Z
As to the Glass he still repairs	V
Pretends but to remove thy Cares	V
Snatch from thy Shades one gay and smiling Hour	A2
And drown thy Kingdom in a purple Show'r	Z
When the Coquette whom ev'ry Fool admires	V
Wou'd in Variety be Fair	S
And changing hastily the Scene	J
From Light Impertinent and Vain	N
Assumes a soft a melancholy Air	S
And of her Eyes rebates the wand'ring Fires	V
The careless Posture and the Head reclin'd	G
The thoughtful and composed Face	V
Proclaiming the withdrawn the absent Mind	G
Allows the Fop more liberty to gaze	V
Who gently for the tender Cause inquires	V
The Cause indeed is a Defect in Sense	V
Yet is the Spleen alleg'd and still the dull Pretence	V
But these are thy fantastic Harms	V
The Tricks of thy pernicious Stage	B2
Which do the weaker Sort engage	B2
Worse are the dire Effects of thy more pow'rful Charms	V
By Thee Religion all we know	C2
That shou'd enlighten here below	C2
Is veil'd in Darkness and perplext	G
With anxious Doubts with endless Scruples vext	G
And some Restraint imply'd from each perverted Text	G
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Whilst Touch not Taste not what is freely giv'n	C2
Is but thy niggard Voice disgracing bounteous Heav'n	C2
From Speech restrain'd by thy Deceits abus'd	G
To Desarts banish'd or in Cells reclus'd	G
Mistaken Vot'ries to the Pow'rs Divine	C2
Whilst they a purer Sacrifice design	C2
Do but the Spleen obey and worship at thy Shrine	C2
In vain to chase thee ev'ry Art we try	M
In vain all Remedies apply	M
In vain the Indian Leaf infuse	V
Or the parch'd Eastern Berry bruise	V
Some pass in vain those Bounds and nobler Liquors use	V
Now Harmony in vain we bring	D2
Inspire the Flute and touch the String	D2
From Harmony no help is had	G
Musick but soothes thee if too sweetly sad	G
And if too light but turns thee gayly Mad	G
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Tho' the Physicians greatest Gains	V
Altho' his growing Wealth he sees	V
Daily increas'd by Ladies Fees	V
Yet dost thou baffle all his studious Pains	V
Not skilful Lower thy Source cou'd find	G
Or thro' the well dissected Body trace	V
The secret the mysterious ways	V
By which thou dost surprize and prey upon the Mind	G
Tho' in the Search too deep for Humane Thought	G
With unsuccessful Toil he wrought	G
'Til thinking Thee to've catch'd Himself by thee was caught	G
Retain'd thy Pris'ner thy acknowleg'd Slave	E2
And sunk beneath thy Chain to a lamented Grave	E2

Anne Kingsmill Finch

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