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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T42622 519 p. 45 Barber, Mary, ca. 1690-1757. Poems on Several Occasions [poems only]. London Printed for C. Rivington, at the Bible and Crown in St. Paul's Church-Yard 1734 pp. 206-214. xlviii,283,[7]p.; 8⁰.

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To Mrs. Ward . By the Same . O thou , my beauteous , ever tender Friend , Thou , on whom all my worldly Joys depend , Accept these Numbers ; and with Pleasure hear Unstudy'd Truth , which few , alas ! can bear ; While conscious Virtue takes the Muse's Part , Glows on thy Cheek , and warms thy gen'rous Heart . Let Birth-day Suits be thoughtless Celia's Cire ; And Rows of Di'monds recommend the Fair ; While gazing Crouds around the Pageant press , Charm'd with her Pride , and Luxury of Dress : Far other Joys thy just Ambition move , To cherish and reward a Husband's Love ; To slight vain Titles , in Retreat to shine , Shun public Praise , and call a Poet thine . And know , ye Fair , a Poet can supply , What Wealth , and Pow'r , and Equipage deny . When the vain Bus'ness of your Lives is o'er , And the Glass frightens , whom it charm'd before ; When not a Trace remains of what you were , And not a Compliment salutes your Ear ; Without one Virtue , to redeem Respect , Without one Beauty , to forbid Neglect ; With Tears unpity'd , you may then lament The gloomy Setting of a Life mis-spent ; Nor Delia's Choice with witty Malice blame , Who gave up Show for Happiness and Fame . O ! If the Muse , not uninspir'd , divine , Thy bright Example shall for ever shine ; Teach the wise Virgin , where to fix her Choice , And weigh no Marriage by the common Voice ; To yield with Dignity , reject with Grace ; Nor tire the Lover with a tedious Chace : With Ease to conquer , and with Ease retain , Brighten Prosperity , or soften Pain : Know Woman's Glory , and her proper End ; Live to her Husband , Family , and Friend : Thro' varying Life her various Virtues prove , Honour her Portion here , and Bliss above . Say , What Persuasion , or what Arts of mine , Could gain a Passage to a Soul like thine ? Where Female Softness , Strength of Reason meet , A piercing Judgment , and a Wit discrect ; Where ev'ry Passion , ev'ry Duty , knows Its proper Bounds , and not unlicens'd flows . Say , for thou know'st , my ever ablest Guide , ( One doubtful Act remains unjustify'd ) On Me , on Me , thy choicest Favours fell ; Could You so err , or I deserve so well ? Instruct me thou the happy Art to steer , And still with Modesty thy Conduct clear ; So in thy Praises may the World agree ; Nor load with Vanity the Muse and Me . With Song still usher'd shall the Morn arise , That shew'd thee first , all-charming , to my Eyes : I gaz'd with Rapture , yet chastiz'd with Awe : So the First Man descending Angels saw . Speaking , or silent , O ! secure to charm , To win with Wisdom , or with Beauty warm : The Graces unobserv'd , with easy Care , Form thy soft Accents , and compose thy Air . I saw , and heard ; nor heard , nor saw , unmov'd , Unknowing , or I durst not know , I lov'd . What thence I suffer'd , let high Heav'n declare , Pitying my Grief , propitious to my Pray'r . Heav'n try'd my Passion , and pronounc'd it true : Hence I embolden'd , and hence softer You . Yet oft with-held , and falt'ring oft with Pain , My Tongue half utters , what my Eyes explain , Nor prone to flatter , nor to Virtue blind ; Not void of Knowledge , and to learn inclin'd ; Nor sprung from noble , nor ungen'rous Blood ; Boasting a Father honest , wise , and good ; Such long observ'd , and by long Converse shown , My Temper , Manners , and my Failings known : You trust my Vows , and pity Love sincere ; Haste to relieve , and smile away my Fear ; Give all you can , and all the rest forsake , The noblest Sacrifice , that Love could make ! Of what Avail the Use of Wealth to Thee ? Or what the Blessing , if unshar'd with Me ? O doubly honour'd by the grateful Mind , For what you bring , and what you leave behind ! Is there a Man in Science not unread , In simple Neatness elegantly bred , Of what or Health or Nature asks , possess'd , Receiv'd by all , and by his Friends caress'd , False and insidious can the Fair pursue , And look on Beauty with a Miser's View ? Taught by the Muse such abject Souls to hate , And hope sweet Converse from the Marriage-State , I place my Triumphs in a matchless Wife , Nor seek superfluous Vanities of Life : Thus , unobnoxious to Detraction's Aim , Nor base Suspicion can attaint my Fame . Degen'rate Thought ! Let sland'rous Tongues assail ; Spread all their Poison , all their Rage prevail ; So gracious Heav'n restore thee , to enjoy What Love could leave , but Wisdom could employ . Mean-while my Delia manifests her Worth ; The Loss of Riches calls her Prudence forth : Behold her now with Dignity descend ; And low , but necessary , Cares attend ; Chearful , what Fortune not allows , resign ; And , harder still , her Charities confine : But Heav'n in secret sees the kind Intent , Each Act of Pity , or of Bounty , meant ; Heav'n sees in secret ; but in open Day Will crown thy Merit , and thy Praise display . Tho' small thy Store , not Millions could suffice , To furnish all thy lib'ral Thought supplies . How oft thy lov'd Sapphira melts thy Breast , Obscur'd her Worth , her Genius half depress'd ! How oft thy Fancy helps Old-Age along ! Or hears the Widow's , and the Orphan's Song ! Now visionary Temples rise around ; And half thy Empire , GEORGE , is sacred Ground . From Thee , my Delia , from thy watchful Care , My Little lasts ; my Little , Friends can share : Nor Debts distract , nor Usuries devour ; Poor if I am , within my Fortune poor . Smile on , my Fair , tho' cautious , void of Fear , Wise to shun Sorrows , or prepar'd to bear . Who copies Thee , shall never fail to find , 'Midst Clouds and Storms , the Sun-shine of the Mind : For Piety ( whatever Ill impends ) Omniscience guides , Omnipotence defends . Bless'd in Retirement , Competence , and Love , Below all Envy , and all Vice above , Crown'd with Content , I only burn to show , ( Hopeless to recompense ) how much I owe . O born with Genius , and with Learning fill'd , In ev'ry Rule of happy Writings skill'd ; Whom Beauties strike , false Ornaments offend ; Who weigh with Care each Author's Scope and End ; Know why Pope slackens , or augments his Fire ; And oft , where others damn , the most admire ; ( So shallow Wits , with bolder Folly , blame , From Parts , the faultless Universal Frame : But Newton's Genius could the Whole explore , See All was good , and Wisdom's Hand adore . ) This Verse ( you know me free from faulty Pride ) Or kindly authorize , or kindly hide : Approve ; and Fame shall sanctify my Lays : Suppress ; yet Love my grateful Labour pays .