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Rh And from the spouse each blemish hide, More than from all the world beside. Unjustly all our nymphs complain Their empire holds so short a reign; Is, after marriage, lost so soon, It hardly holds the honey-moon: For, if they keep not what they caught, It is entirely their own fault. They take possession of the crown, And then throw all their weapons down: Though, by the politician's scheme, Whoe'er arrives at power supreme, Those arts, by which at first they gain it, They still must practise to maintain it. What various ways our females take To pass for wits before a rake! And in the fruitless search pursue All other methods but the true! Some try to learn polite behaviour By reading books against their Saviour; Some call it witty to reflect On every natural defect; Some show they never want explaining, To comprehend a double meaning. But sure a telltale out of school Is of all wits the greatest fool; Whose rank imagination fills Her heart, and from her lips distils; You'd think she utter'd from behind, Or at her mouth was breaking wind. Why is a handsome wife ador'd By every coxcomb but her lord? From yonder puppetman inquire, Who wisely hides his wood and wire; Shows