CHARITY. A FRAGMENT. INSCRIBED TO THE REV. MR. HANBURY. WORTH is excis'd, and Virtue pays A heavy Tax for barren praise. A friend to universal Man, Is universal good your plan? GOD may perhaps your project bless, Where CHARITY o'er all presides, And SENSE approves what VIRTUE guides, For Rogues hate virtue, Blockheads sense. Not always from our real foes, From our more dangerous seeming friends. But your sly, sneaking, worming souls, Like Heifers, neither Bulls nor Calves; Are truly as the Serpent wise, But cannot ALL the precept love, And be as harmless as the Dove. To mean no more than good sound eating, And would harangue, but that his mouth, Cannot afford a word to pass. Such, who like true Churchwardens eat, Because the Parish pays the treat, And of their bellyful secure, O'ersee or over-look the poor, Who would no doubt be wond'rous just, Might end, where she begins, at home; And Charity a cloak for sin, To keep it snug and warm within ; Who flatter, only to betray, Who promise much and never pay, Who wind themselves about your heart With hypocritic, knavish art, Tell you what wond'rous things they're doing, As free of body, as of mind, And ruins me to shew her Love. The Maiden wither'd, wrinkled pale, Whose charms, tho' strong, are rather stale, Will use that weapon call'd a tongue, To wound the beauteous and the young. What, DELIA handsome!-well!-I own I'm either blind or stupid grown. The girl is well enough to pass, A rosy, simple, rustic lass; But there's no meaning in her face, And then her air, so void of grace! And all the world, with half an eye, May see her shape grows quite awry. -I speak not from an ill design, For she's a favourite of mine, Tho' I could wish that she would wear A more reserved becoming air; Not that I hear of indiscretions, Such folks, you know, make no confessions, Ile who wrote verses on her bird, Thus scandal, like a false quotation, For knaves to guide their arrows by; A just reward for all our pains, And makes us stem, with secret pride, Eyes raging men, or raging seas, Undaunted, firm, with heart at ease, From her dark Cave, tho' ENVY rise With hollow cheeks, and jaundic'd eyes, |