Classic Poem

The vain love flatt'ry, pleasure fools pursue,
Coquets new conquests, but bright wisdom, you;
Truth you can bear, nor spleen, nor vapours seign,
Yet blush at scandal with a just disdain:
You see, unmov'd, quadrille and whist submit,
With nine yard hoops, to ridicule and wit;
And think it possible a man may speak
Good sense, who wears an apron all the week:
Pope you can read, yet native ease maintain;
Affect no airs, the formal or the vain;
Swell with no pride, indulge no pert reply;
In sense a man, a maid in modesty.
When this great bard, in honest satire bold,
Dares ev'ry female foible to unfold,
Guiltless yourself you'll see, with wondering eyes,
The motley picture of the sex arise,
Zealous, with Pope , their manners to correct,
And with your virtues contrast each defect.