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How happy here should I,
She who is all the world, and can exclude
[f'rom “ The Inconstant.”]
I NEVER yet could see that face
Which had no dart for me;
They all victorious be.
Colour or shape, good limbs or face,
Goodness, or wit, in all I find :
If all fail, yet 'tis womankind.
If tall, the name of proper slays ;
If fair, she's pleasant as the light ;
If black, what lover loves not night?
The fat like plenty fills my heart,
The lean with love makes me so too; If straight, her body's Cupid's dart
To me; if crooked, 'tis his bow.
Thus with unwearied wings I flee
Through all Love's gardens and his fields ; And, like the wise industrious bee,
No weed but honey to me yields.
She loves, and she confesses too;
What's this, ye gods ! what can it be?.
Have I o'ercome all real foes,
Noisy nothing ! stalking shade!
Sure I shall rid myself of thee
MARGARITA first possess'd,
Margarita, first of all :
Martha took the flying ball.
Martha soon did it resign
Beauteous Catharine gave place
To Eliza's conquering face.
Eliza till this hour might reign,
Fundamental laws she broke,
And cast away her yoke.
Mary then, and gentle Ann,
Alternately they sway'd:
And sometimes both I obey'd.
Another Mary then arose,
A mighty tyrant she !
When fair Rebecca set me free,
But soon those pleasures fled;
And Judith reigned in her stead.
One month, three days, and half an hour, Judith held the sovereign power;
Wondrous beautiful her face; But so weak and small her wit, That she to govern was unfit,
And so Susanna took her place.
But when Isabella came,
And th' artillery of her eye:
She beat out Susan by the bye.
But in her place I then obey'd
To whom ensued a vacancy: Thousand worse passions then possess'd The interregnum of my breast :
Bless me from such an anarchy! VOL. III.