She reason'd, without plodding long;
Nor ever gave her Judgment wrong.
But now a sudden Change was wrought,
She minds no longer what he taught.
Cadenus was amaz'd to find
Such Marks of a distracted Mind ;
For tho' she seem'd to listen more
To all he spoke, than e'er before ;
He found her Thoughts would absent range,
Yet guess'd not, whence could spring the Change.
And first, he modestly conjectures,
His Pupil might be tir'd with Lectures ;
Which help'd to mortify his Pride,
Yet gave him not the Heart to chide:
But in a mild dejected Strain,
At last he ventur'd to complain :
Said, she should be no longer teiz'd;
Might have her Freedom when she pleas'd :
Was now convinc'd he acted wrong,
To hide her from the World so long;
And in dull Studies to engage,
One of her tender Sex and Age:
That ev'ry Nymph with Envy own'd,
How she might shine in the Grand-Monde:
And ev'ry Shepherd was undone
To see her cloister'd like a Nun.
This was a visionary Scheme,
He wak'd and found it but a Dream;
A Project far above his Skill;
For Nature must be Nature ftill.

If he were bolder than became
A Scholar to a courtly Dame,
She might excuse a Man of Letters ;
Thus Tutors often treat their Betters.
And since his Talk offensive grew,
He came to take his last Adieu.

VANESSA, fill'd with just Disdain,
Would still her Dignity maintain ;
Instructed from her early Years
To scorn the Art of Female Tears.

Had he employ'd his Time so long
To teach her what was Right and Wrong,
Yet cou'd such Notions entertain,
That all his Lectures were in vain ?
She own'd the Wand'ring of her Thoughts,
But he must answer for her Faults.
She well remember'd to her Cost,
That all his Leffons were not lost.
Two Maxims she could still produce,
And sad Experience taught their Use:
That Virtue, pleas'd by being shown,
Knows nothing which it dare not own:
Can make us, without Fear, disclose
Our inmoft Secrets to our Foes:
That common Forms were not designed
Directors to a noble Mind.
Now, said the Nymph, to let you see,
My Actions with your Rules agree,


That I can vulgar Forms despise,
And have no Secrets to disguise :
I knew by what you said and writ,
How dang'rous Things were Men of Wit;
You caution'd me against their Charms,
But never gave me equal Arms:
Your Leffons found the weakest Part,
Aim'd at the Head, and reach'd the Heart.

CADENUS felt within him rise
Shame, Disappointment, Guilt, Surprize.
He knew not how to reconcile
Such Language, with her usual Style:

her Words were so expreft,
He could not hope she spoke in Jest.
His Thoughts had wholly been confind
To form and cultivate her Mind.
He hardly knew, till he was told,
Whether the Nymph were young or old:
Had met her in a publick Place,
Without distinguishing her Face,
Much less could his declining Age,
Vanessa's earliest Thoughts engage:
And, if her Youth Indifference met,
His Person must Contempt beget.
Or, grant her Passion be sincere,
How shall his Inriocence be clear?
Appearances were all so strong,
The World must think him in the wrong;


Wou'd say, he made a treach'rous Use
Of Wit; to flatter and feduce :
The Town wou'd swear he had betray'da
By Magic Spells, the harmless Maid

And ev'ry Beau wou'd bave his Jokes,
That Scholars were like other Folks :
That when Platonick Flights are over,
The Tutor turns a mortal Lover :
So tender of the Young and Fair ;
It shew'd a true paternal Care :
Five thousand Guineas in her Purse,
The Doctor might have fancy'd worse.

HARDLY at length he Silence broke;
And faulter'd ev'ry Word he spoke :
Interpreting her Complaisance,
Just as a Man fans Consequence.
She rally'd well, he always knew;
Her Manner now. was something new
And what she spoke was in an Aire
As serious as a Tragick Play'r.
But those, who aim at Ridicule,
Shou'd fix upon some certain Rule ;
Which fairly hints they are in Jest
Else he must alter his Proteft:
For, let a Man be ne'er fo wise,
He may be caught with fober Lies;
A Science, which he never taught,
And, to be free, was dearly bought:

Vol. II.

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But, not to dwell on Things minute ; Vanessa finish'd the Dispute ; Brought weighty Arguments to prove, That Reason was her Guide in Love. She thought he had himself describ'd, His Doctrine when she first imbib'd; What he had planted, now was grown; His Virtues she might call her own ; As he approves, as he dinikes, Love or Contempt, her Fancy strikes. Self-love, in Nature rooted fast, Attends us first, and leaves us last: Why she likes him, admire not at her, She loves herself, and that's the Matter. How was her Tutor wont to praise The Genius's of ancient Days ! (Those Authors he so oft had nam'd For Learning, Wit, and Wisdom fam'd ;) Was struck with Love, Esteem, and Awe, For Persons whom he never faw. Suppose Cadenus Aourish'd then, He must adore such God-like Men. If one short Volume could comprisc All that was witty, learn'd, and wise, How wou'd it be esteem'd, and read, Attho' the Writer long were dead?

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