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't is the rich banker wins the fair,
ADVICE TO THE LADIES. Who now regards Chloris, her tears, and her whining, her sighs and fond wishes, and awkward repining? what a pother is here, with her amorous glances, soft fragments of Ovid, and scraps of romances! A nice prude at fifteen! and a romp in decay! cold December affects the sweet blossoms of May; to fawn in her dotage, and in her bloom spurn us, is to quench love's bright torch, and with touchwood
to burn us. Believe me, dear maids, there's no way of evading ; while ye pish, and cry nay, your roses are fading : though your passion survive, your beauty will dwindle, and our languishing embers can never rekindle. When bright in your zeniths, we prostrate before ye, when ye set in a cloud, what fool will adore ye? then, ye fair, be advis'd and snatch the kind blessing, and show your good conduct by timely possessing.
In jus acres procurrunt, maguum spectaculum uterque.” Hor. Two comrades, as grave authors say,
(but in what chapter, page, or line,
ye critics, if ye please, define) had found an oyster in their way. Contest and foul debate arose,
both view'd at once with greedy eyes,
both challeng'd the delicious prize, and high words soon improv'd to blows. Actions on actions hence succeed,
each hero's obstinately stout, green bags and parchments fly about, pleadings are drawn and counsel fee'd. The
parson of the place, good man! whose kind and charitable heart
in human ills still bore a part,
Neighbours and friends, refer to me
I'll soon decide th' important suit,
he opens it, and at one sup
gulps the contested trifle up,
Henceforth let foolish discord cease,
I thank you for my dainty treat,
from this learn common sense!
for every slight offence.
that on your substance feed !
would starve, if fools agreed,
THE TRUE USE OF THE LOOKING.GLASS.
Tom Careful, had a son and heir,
by virtue, which alone is fair."
Life of Somerville, page 3To Phyllis.
To the Author of the Essay on Advice to the Ladies,
Epistle to Mr. Thomson, 5 The true Use of the Looking-
WILLIAM PATTISON, was born at Peasnarsh near Rye, in Suffolk, in 1706, where his father rented a considerable estate belonging the earl of Thanet. Having shewn a great propensity to learning and discovered some strong indica ions of genius, his father being unable to give hin a suitable education, he obtained for him the attention and patronage of the earl of Thanet, who placed him at the free-school of Appleby in Westmoreland, under the tuition of Bancks.
His successor was Thomas Nevinson, of Queen's College, Oxford, with whom Pattison applied himselt chiefly to the study of classical literature and poetry. Perhaps the most valuable friend our poet ever met with was the
Noble, schoolmaster, at Kirby Stephen, a man of letters, and an excellent critic. It was this man, who read with him the classics, taught him to discern the beauties and defects of authors, shewed him the difference between solid learning and that which is superficial, and gave him instructions towards the advancement of knowledge, and the refinement of taste. While at school he contracted a debt of about ten pounds which he could not pay; fortunately, however, Sir Christopher Musgrave, bart, at Eden-hall, was so much pleased with an Ode on Christmas Day, written and presented by Pattison, that he directed his chaplain to discharge the debt he owed for books. In 1723 he unfortunately offended a branch of the Thanet family, which produced the neglect of his patron. He therefore left Appleby school, which prevented his election to Queen's-College Oxford No. 80.