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102 Vice, like some Monster, suff'ring none t'escape, Has seiz'd the Town, and varies still her Shape. Here, like a General she struts in State, While Crowds in Red and Blue her Orders wait. There, like some pensive Statesman, walks demure, And smiles, and hugs, to make Destruction sure; Now, under high Commodes, with Looks erect, Barefac'd devours, in gaudy Colours deck'd; Then in a Vizard, to avoid Grimace, Allows all Freedom, but to see the Face. In Pulpits, and at Bar, she wears a Gown. In Camps a Sword, in Palaces a Crown. Resolv'd to combat with this motley Beast, Our Poet comes to strike one Stroke at least. His Glass he means not for this Jilt or Beau, Some Features of you all he hopes to show; On chosen Heads nor lets the Thunder fall, But scatters his Artillery at All. Yet to the Fair he fain wou'd Quarter show, His tender Heart recoils at ev'ry Blow; If unawares he give too smart a Stroke, He means but to correct, and not provoke.