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Ask men's opinions : Scoto now shall tell
That gay Free-thinker, a fine talker once,
Judge we by nature? habit can efface,
Manners with fortunes, humours turn with climes, Tenets with books, and principles with times.
Search then the RULING PASSION: There, alone, The wild are constant, and the cunning known; The fool consistent, and the false fincere; Priests, princes, women, no dissemblers here. 'This clue once found, unravels all the rest, The prospect clears, and Whartou stands confeft. Wharton, the scorn and wonder of our days, Whose ruling passion was the lust of praise : Born with whate'er could win it from the wise, Women and fools must like him or he dies : Tho' wondring senates hung on all he spoke, The club must hail him master of the joke. Shall parts so various aim at nothing new ? He'll lhine a Tully and a Wilmot too.
Then turns repentant, and his God adores
Nature well known, no prodigies remain,
Yet, in this search, the wisest may mistake, If second qualities for first they take. When Catiline by rapine swell’d his store ; When Caefar made a noble dame a whore ; In this the Lust, in that the Avarice Were means, not ends; Ambition was the vice. That very Caefar born in Scipio's days, Had aim'd, like him, by chastity, at praise.
Lucullus, when Frugality could charm,
In this one pasion man can strength enjoy,
Old Politicians chew on wisdom past,
Behold a reverend fire, whom want of grace
A falmon's belly, Helluo, was thy fate ; The doctor callid, declares all help too late : “ Mercy! cries Helluo, merey on my soul ! “ Is there no hope ?--Alas!-then bring the jowl."
The frugal Crone, whom praying priests attend, Still strives to save the hallow'd taper's end, Collects her breath, as ebbing life retires, For one puff more, and in that puff expires.
“ Odious ! in woollen ! 'twould a faint provoke, (Were the last words that poor Narcisla spoke)
“ No, let a charming Chintz, and Brussels' lace " Wrap my cold limbs, and shade my liieless face : « One would not, sure, be frightful when one's dead
- Betty-give this Cheek a little red.” The courtier smooth, who forty years had thin'd An humble servant to all human kind, Juit brought out this, when scarce his tongue could stir, “ 1f-where I'm going - I could serve you sir ?
I give and I devise (old Euclio said, And sigh’d)
my lands and tenements to Ned.” Your money, Sir ? -—" My money, Sir, what all ? " Why, - if I must-(then wept) I give it Paul.” The Manor, Sir ? - The Manor ! hold, he cry'd, “ Not that --I cannot part with that”-and dy'd,
And you ! brave COBHAM, to the latest breath, Shall feel your ruling passion strong in death : Such in those moments as in all the past, " oh, save my Country, Heaven!" shall be your last.
OF the characters of Women (consider'd only as con
tra-distinguished from the other Sex.) That these are yet more inconsistent and incomprehensible than those of Men, of which instances are given even from such characters as are plainest, and most strongly mark'd ; as in the Affected, v. 7. &c. The Soft-natur'd ver. 29. The Cunning, v. 45. The Whimsical, v. 53. The Wits and Refiners, v. 87. The Stupid and Silly, v, 101. How contrarieties
run thro' them all. But tho' the particular characters of this Sex are more
various than those of Men, the general characteristic, as to the Ruling passion, is more uniform and confin’d. In what that lies, and whence it proceeds, ver. 205, &c. Men are best known in public life, Woman in private, ver. 207. What are the