To the Same. On her desiring the Author to write a Satire upon her. Mary Jones Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T115196 Jones, Mary, d. 1778. Miscellanies in Prose and Verse. By Mary Jones. Oxford Printed; and delivered by Mr. Dodsley in Pall-Mall, Mr. Clements in Oxford, and Mr. Frederick in Bath, MDCCL. 1750 pp. 54-56. vi,[1],xlv,[1],405p.

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To the Same . On her desiring the Author to write a Satire upon her . Full of my self , resolv'd to rail , I summon'd all my pride ; Ill-nature form'd th' invidious tale , And rage its aid supply'd . Each fav'rite female vice I paint , And every folly join : In short , description is but faint ; A libel was each line . The picture thus ill-nature fram'd , By malice was apply'd ; Those real charms for which you're fam'd , I took most pains to hide . But how unlike the finish'd draught Of Clayton's lovely mind ! Ev'n I who drew it , knew it not , Nor could one likeness find . Thus , dawber like , with low design , I spoilt a beauteous frame ; And conscious of each faulty line , Was forc'd to write your name . In Eden thus , its shades among , Ere vice could fix a stain , The serpent roll'd his pointless tongue , And hiss'd and twin'd in vain . Again fair virtue loves to dwell In your engaging form ; As pure as Eve before she fell , As free from inward storm . Keen satire now , with soften'd gaze , Unbends her wrinkled brow ; And looks serenely gen'rous praise , Who never prais'd till now .