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Then if bright Honour on her craggy seat Aloft displays unveiled her radiant face, And beckons to advance, undaunted then Attempt the dangerous enterprise, and climb The rugged heights to grasp the rich reward.
WHILE ambling wits in courtly phrase
Sings, “ Woman is most like the Moon ;"
And to begin..... We know her light The Moon ne'er gives but in the night, And that her ladyship doth cover Her face up when the night is over; So modern Madams ne'er display Their beauties to the eye of day, But sleep till, laid in Thetis' lap, Dan Phæbus takes his wonted nap: When Night puts on her sable clout, Forth rush the dames to ball or rout, To put reports in circulation, Or way-lay a friend's reputation, To give a pointed zest to slander, And kill with ill-affected candour.
Again.... 'Tis seldom that we see The Sun and Moon in company ;