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Thus Mommus spoke When sage Minerva rose	A
From her sweet lips smooth elocution flows	A
Her skilful hand an ivory pallet grac'd	B
Where shining colours were in order plac'd	B
As gods are bless'd with a superior skill	C
And swift as mortal thought perform their will	C
Straight she proposes by her art divine	D
To bid the paint express her great design	D
The assembled powers consent She now began	E
And her creating pencil stain'd the fan	E
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O'er the fair field trees spread and rivers flow	F
Towers rear their heads and distant mountains grow	F
Life seems to move within the glowing veins	G
And in each face some lively passion reigns	G
Thus have I seen woods hills and dales appear	H
Flocks graze the plains birds wing the silent air	I
In darken'd rooms where light can only pass	J
Through the small circle of a convex glass	J
On the white sheet the moving figures rise	K
The forest waves clouds float along the skies	K
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She various fables on the piece design'd	L
That spoke the follies of the female kind	L
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The fate of pride in Niobe she drew	M
Be wise ye nymphs that scornful vice subdue	M
In a wide plain the imperious mother stood	N
Whose distant bounds rose in a winding wood	N
Upon her shoulders flows her mantling hair	I
Pride marks her brow and elevates her air	I
A purple robe behind her sweeps the ground	O
Whose spacious border golden flowers surround	O
She made Latona's altars cease to flam	P
And of due honours robb'd her sacred name	Q
To her own charms she bade fresh incense rise	K
And adoration own her brighter eyes	K
Seven daughters from her fruitful loins were born	R
Seven graceful sons her nuptial bed adorn	R
Who from a mother's arrogant disdain	S
Were by Latona's double offspring slain	S
Here Phoebus his unerring arrow drew	M
And from his rising steed her first born threw	M
His opening fingers drop the slacken'd rein	S
And the pale corse falls headlong to the plain	S
Beneath her pencil here two wrestlers bend	T
See to the grasp their swelling nerves distend	T
Diana's arrow joins them face to face	U
And death unites them in a strict embrace	U
Another her flies trembling o'er the plain	S
When heaven pursues we shun the stroke in vain	S
This lifts his supplicating hands and eyes	K
And midst his humble adoration dies	K
As from his thigh this tears the barbed dart	V
A surer weapon strikes this throbbing heart	V
While that to raise his wounded brother tries	K
Death blasts his bloom and locks his frozen eyes	K
The tender sisters bath'd in grief appear	H
With sable garments and dishevell'd hair	I
And o'er their grasping brothers weeping stood	N
Some with their tresses stopp'd the gushing blood	W
They strive to stay the fleeting life too late	X
And in the pious action share their fate	X
Now the proud dame o'ercome by trembling fear	H
With her wide robe protects her only care	I
To save her only care in vain she tries	K
Close at her feet the latest victim dies	K
Down her fair cheek the trickling sorrow flows	A
Like dewy spangles on the blushing rose	A
Fix'd in astonishment she weeping stood	N
The plain all purple with her children's blood	W
She stiffens with her woes no more her hair	I
In easy ringlets wantons the air	I
Motion forsakes her eyes her veins are dried	Y
And beat not longer with the sanguine tide	Y
All life is fled firm marble now she grows	A
Which still in tears the mother's anguish shows	A
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Ye haughty fair your painted fans display	Z
And the just fate of lofty pride survey	Z
Though lovers oft extol your beauty's pow'r	A2
And in celestial similies adore	B2
Though from your features Cupid borrows arms	C2
And goddesses confess inferior charms	C2
Do not vain maid the flattering tale believe	D2
Alike thy lovers and thy glass deceive	D2
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Here lively colours Procris' passion tell	E2
Who to her jealous fears a victim fell	E2
Here kneels the trembling hunter o'er his wife	F2
Who rolls her sick'ning eyes and gasps for life	F2
Her drooping head upon her shoulder lies	K
And purple gore her snowy bosom dies	K
What guilt what horror on his face appears	G2
See his red eye lids seem to swell with tears	H2
With agony his wringing hands he stains	G
And strong convulsions stretch his branching veins	G
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Learn hence ye wives bid vain suspicion cease	I2
Lose not in sulien discontent your peace	I2
For when fierce love to jealousy ferments	J2
A thousand doubts and fears the soul invents	J2
No more the days in pleasing converse flow	F
And nights no more their soft endearments know	F
	-
There on the piece the Volscian Queen expir'd	K2
The love of spoils her female bosom fir'd	L2
Gay Chloreus' arms attract her longing eyes	K
And for the painted plume and helm she sighs	K
Fearless she follows bent on gaudy prey	Z
Till an ill fated dart obstructs her way	Z
Down drops the martial maid the bloody ground	O
Floats with a torrent from the purple wound	O
The mournful nymphs her drooping head sustain	S
And try to stop the gushing life in vain	S
	-
Thus the raw maid some tawdry coat surveys	M2
Where the fop's fancy in embroidery plays	M2
His snowy feather edg'd with crimson dies	K
And his bright sword knot lure her wandering eyes	K
Fring'd gloves and gold brocade conspire to move	N2
Till the nymph falls a sacrifice to love	O2
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Here young Narcissus o'er the fountains stood	N
And view'd his image in the crystal flood	W
The crystal flood reflects his lovely charms	C2
And the pleas'd image strives to meet his arms	C2
No nymph his unexperienc'd breast subdu'd	P2
Echo in vain the flying boy pursu'd	P2
Himself alone the foolish youth admires	Q2
And with fond look the smiling shade desires	R2
O'er the smooth lake with fruitless tears he grieves	S2
His spreading fingers shoot in verdant leaves	S2
Through his pale veins green sap now gently flows	A
And in a short liv'd flower his beauty blows	A
	-
Let vain Narcissus warn each female breast	T2
That beauty's but a transient good at best	T2
Like flowers it withers with the advancing year	H
And age like winter robs the blooming fair	I
Oh Araminta cease thy wonted pride	Y
Nor longer in thy faithless charms confide	Y
Even while the glass reflects thy sparkling eyes	K
Their lustre and thy rosy colour flies	K
	-
Thus on the fan the breathing figures shine	D
And all the powers applaud the wise design	D
	-
The Cyprian Queen the painted gift receives	S2
And with a grateful bow the synod leaves	S2
To the low world she bends her steepy way	Z
Where Strephon pass'd the solitary day	Z
She found him in a melancholy grove	U2
His down cast eyes betray'd desponding love	O2
The wounded bark confess'd his slighted flame	Q
And every tree bore false Corinna's name	Q
In a cool shade he lay with folded arms	C2
Curses his fortune and upbraids her charms	C2
When Venus to his wondering eyes appears	G2
And with these words relieves his amorous cares	H2
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Rise happy youth this bright machine survey	Z
Whose rattling sticks my busy fingers sway	Z
This present shall thy cruel charmer move	N2
And in her fickle bosom kindle love	O2
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The fan shall flutter in all female hands	V2
And various fashions learn from various lands	V2
For this shall elephants their ivory shed	W2
And polish'd sticks the waving engine spread	W2
His clouded mail the tortoise shall resign	D
And round the rivet pearly circles shine	D
On this shall Indians all their art employ	X2
And with bright colours stain the gaudy toy	X2
Their paint shall here in wildest fancies flow	F
Their dress their customs their religion show	F
So shall the British fair their minds improve	N2
And on the fan to distant climates rove	U2
Here China's ladies shall their pride display	Z
And silver figures gild their loose array	Z
This boasts her little feet in winking eyes	K
That tunes the fife or tinkling cymbal plies	K
Here cross legg'd nobles in rich state shall dine	D
There in bright mail distorted heroes shine	D
The peeping fan in modern times shall rise	K
Through which unseen the female ogle flies	K
This shall in	Y2

John Gay

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