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