1 YE lovely Maids, whose yet unpractis'd Hearts
2 Ne'er felt the Force of Love's resistless Darts;
3 Who justly set a Value on your Charms,
4 Power all your Wish, but Beauty all your Arms:
5 Who o'er Mankind wou'd fain exert your Sway,
6 And teach the lordly Tyrant to obey.
7 Attend my Rules to you alone addrest,
8 Deep let them sink in every female Breast.
9 The Queen of Love herself my Bosom fires,
10 Assists my Numbers, and my Thoughts inspires.
11 Me she instructed in each secret Art,
12 How to enslave, and keep the vanquish'd Heart;
13 When the stol'n Sigh to heave, or drop the Tear,
14 The melting Languish, the obliging Fear;[Page 62]
15 Half-stifled Wishes, broken, kind Replies,
16 And all the various Motions of the Eyes.
17 To teach the Fair by different Ways to move
18 The soften'd Soul, and bend the Heart to Love.
19 Proud of her Charms, and conscious of her Face,
20 The haughty Beauty calls forth every Grace;
21 With fierce Defiance throws the killing Dart,
22 By Force she wins, by Force she keeps the Heart.
23 The witty Fair one nobler Game pursues,
24 Aims at the Head, but the rapt Soul subdues.
25 The languid Nymph enslaves with softer Art,
26 With sweet Neglect she steals into the Heart;
27 Slowly she moves her swimming Eyes around,
28 Conceals her Shaft, but meditates the Wound:
29 Her gentle Languishments the Gazers move,
30 Her Voice is Musick, and her Looks are Love.
31 Tho' not to all Heaven does these Gifts impart,
32 What's theirs by Nature may be yours by Art.[Page 63]
33 But let your Airs be suited to your Face,
34 Nor to a Languish tack a sprightly Grace.
35 The short round Face, brisk Eyes, and auburn Hair,
36 Must smiling Joy in every Motion wear;
37 Her quick unsettled Glances deal around,
38 Hide her Design, and seem by Chance to wound.
39 Dark rolling Eyes a Languish may assume,
40 And tender Looks and melting Airs become:
41 The pensive Head upon the Hand reclin'd,
42 As if some sweet Disorder fill'd the Mind.
43 Let the heav'd Breast a struggling Sigh restrain,
44 And seem to stop the falling Tear with Pain.
45 The Youth, who all the soft Distress believes,
46 Soon wants the kind Compassion which he gives.
47 But Beauty, Wit, and Youth may sometimes fail,
48 Nor always o'er the stubborn Soul prevail.
49 Then let the fair One have recourse to Art,
50 And, if not vanquish, undermine the Heart. [Page 64]
51 First form your artful Looks with studious Care,
52 From mild to grave, from tender to severe.
53 Oft on the careless Youth your Glances dart,
54 A tender Meaning let each Look impart.
55 Whene'er he meets your Looks with modest Pride,
56 And soft Confusion turn your Eyes aside,
57 Let a soft Sigh steal out, as if by Chance,
58 Then cautious turn, and steal another Glance.
59 Caught by these Arts, with Pride and Hope elate,
60 The destin'd Victim rushes on his Fate:
61 Pleas'd, his imagin'd Victory pursues,
62 And the kind Maid with soften'd Glances views;
63 Contemplates now her Shape, her Air, her Face,
64 And thinks each Feature wears an added Grace;
65 'Till Gratitude, which first his Bosom proves,
66 By slow Degrees is ripen'd into Love.
67 'Tis harder still to fix than gain a Heart;
68 What's won by Beauty, must be kept by Art.[Page 65]
69 Too kind a Treatment the blest Lover cloys,
70 And oft Despair the growing Flame destroys:
71 Sometimes with Smiles receive him, sometimes Tears,
72 And wisely balance both his Hopes and Fears.
73 Perhaps he mourns his ill-requited Pains,
74 Condemns your Sway, and strives to break his Chains;
75 Behaves as if he now your Scorn defy'd,
76 And thinks at least he shall alarm your Pride:
77 But with Indifference view the seeming Change,
78 And let your Eyes after new Conquests range;
79 While his torn Breast with jealous Fury burns,
80 He hopes, despairs, hates, and adores by Turns;
81 With Anguish now repents the weak Deceit,
82 And powerful Passion bears him to your Feet.
83 Strive not the jealous Lover to perplex,
84 Ill suits Suspicion with that haughty Sex;
85 Rashly they judge, and always think the worst,
86 And Love is often banish'd by Distrust. [Page 66]
87 To these an open free Behaviour wear,
88 Avoid Disguise, and seem at least sincere.
89 Whene'er you meet affect a glad Surprize,
90 And give melting Softness to your Eyes:
91 By some unguarded Word your Love reveal,
92 And anxiously the rising Blush conceal.
93 By Arts like these the Jealous you deceive,
94 Then most deluded when they most believe.
95 But while in all you seek to raise Desire,
96 Beware the fatal Passion you inspire:
97 Each soft intruding Wish in Time reprove,
98 And guard against the sweet Envader Love.
99 Not for the tender were these Rules design'd,
100 Who in their Faces show their yielding Mind:
101 Eyes that a native Languishment can wear,
102 Whose Smiles are artless, and whose Blush sincere;
103 But the gay Nymph who Liberty can prize.
104 And vindicate the Triumph of her Eyes:[Page 67]
105 Who o'er Mankind a haughty Rule maintains,
106 Whose Wit can manage what her Beauty gains:
107 Such by these Arts their Empire may improve,
108 And what they lost by Nature gain by Love.