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 Or which, as she grew up, there staid A tincture in the prudent maid: She manag'd her estate with care, Yet lik'd three footmen to her chair. But, lest he should neglect his studies Like a young heir, the thrifty goddess (For fear young master should be spoil'd) Would use him like a younger child; And, after long computing, found 'Twould come to just five thousand pound. The Queen of Love was pleas'd, and proud, To see Vanessa thus endow'd: She doubted not but such a dame Through every breast would dart a flame; That every rich and lordly swain With pride would drag about her chain; That scholars would forsake their books, To study bright Vanessa's looks; As she advanc'd, that womankind Would by her model form their mind, And all their conduct would be try'd By her, as an unerring guide; Offending daughters oft would hear Vanessa's praise rung in their ear: Miss Betty, when she does a fault, Lets fall her knife, or spills the salt, Will thus be by her mother chid, "'Tis what Vanessa never did!" Thus by the nymphs and swains ador'd, My power shall be again restor'd, And happy lovers bless my reign — So Venus hop'd, but hop'd in vain. For when in time the Martial Maid Found out the trick that Venus play'd, She