I4» TOTHELADIESPETrTIONERSOFDR.MOYES. June I, 



tor the Bee. 



'To the Zadiet, Petitioners of Dr. Moyes. 

 Since the doftor, dear ladies, feems not in a humour, 



To grant you the favour fo juftly your due, 

 Permit me to tell you my thoughts on your queries ; 



How far they are juft, muft be judg'd of by you. 



If often you think on, and wifh to fee Damon, 



And walk oft alone, and indulge in a figh, 

 TheH hold faft your hearts, if they're ftill in your keeping ; 



But I fear they'll be feeking, when Cupid's fo nigh. 



All women are vain, — (will your goodnefs excufe'me ? 



I tell but a truth, which yourfelves muft confefs) : 

 And this is the reafcn a beau always pleafes; 



'Tis your favour alone which he courts by his drefs. 

 A foldier by inftin(Sl you love from the cradle ; 



A coxcomb muft pleafe, (ince he's of your own making ; 

 And a dotard is wife, (and not little his wifdom), 



'Caufe he owns you are right in a bout of debating. 



Why you credit the coxcomb who tells you you're angels, 



I explain by the maxim flill, — " Woman is vain;" 

 Your teeth, and your cheeks, and your eyes, all are wonders,— 



Ah vanity ! vanity ! — Pardon ag.un. — 

 Your dreaming and weeping, and laughing, believe me, 



Proceed from a caufe much more noble indeed, — 

 From love, that foft paflion, fo dear to the ladies : 



From love too your hopes and your fears do proceed. 



But why fo afliam'd when a lover is mention'd ? 



Why blufti as you do when your fweetheart you fee ? 

 The maid who ne'er knows what the paflion of love is. 



Is much too abandon'd and vicious for me. 



We're caught in a manner I ne'er could unriddle. 



For every young fair has a way of her own ; 

 But the moft of you fail when our hearts you're for keeping ; 



You're one day all love, and another you frown. 

 The girl that is haughty, is,feldom thought lovely. 



For haughtinefs covers nine tenths of your charms ; 

 And the fair one's a wonder, the tenth of whofe beauty 



Retains flill " that proud creature, — man" in her arms. 

 But I wifli not to tell how ourfelves may be humbled. 



Left perhaps we might feel your corredion too often. 

 Some kiffes might likely go far to induce me, 



F<-f men are but rare, whom fuch favours won't foften. 



W. S. 



