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Rh The gentle-swimming walk, the courteous sink, The stare for strangeness fit, for scorn the frown, For decent yielding looks declining down, The practis'd languish, where well-feign'd desire Would own its melting in a mutual fire; Gay smiles to comfort; April showers to move; And all the nature, all the art, of love.

Gold-sceptred Juno next exalts the fair; Her touch endows her with imperious air, Self-valuing fancy, highly-crested pride, Strong sovereign will, and some desire to chide: For which, an eloquence, that aims to vex, With native tropes of anger, arms the sex.

Minerva, skilful goddess, train'd the maid To twirl the spindle by the twisting thread, To fix the loom, instruct the reeds to part, Cross the long weft, and close the web with art, A useful gift; but what profuse expense, What world of fashions, took its rise from hence!

Young Hermes next, a close-contriving god, Her brows encircled with his serpent rod: Then plots and fair excuses fill'd her brain, The views of breaking amorous vows for gain, The price of favours, the designing arts That aim at riches in contempt of hearts; And for a comfort in a marriage life, The little, pilfering temper of a wife.