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 Blame not our Conduct, since we but pursue Those lovely Lessons we have learn'd from you: Your Breasts no more the Fire of Beauty warms, But wicked Wealth usurps the Pow'r of Charms, What pains to get the gaudy Thing you hate, To swell in show, and be a Wretch in state! At plays you ogle, at the Ring you bow; Ev'n churches are no Sanctuaries now: There, golden Idols all your Vows receive, She is no Goddess that has nought to give: Oh, may once more the happy Age appear, When Words were artless, and the Thoughts sincere; When Gold and Grandeur were unenvy'd Things, And Courts less coveted than Groves and Springs. Love then shall only mourn when Truth complains, And Constancy feel Transport in its chains, Sighs with Success their own soft Anguish tell, And Eyes shall utter what the Lips conceal; Virtue again to its bright Station climb, And Beauty fear no Enemy but Time, The Fair shall listen to Desert alone, And every Lucia find a Cato's Son.