Written Ex Tempore in Company in a Glass Window the First Year I Was Marry'd

While Thirst of Power, and desire of Fame,
In every Age is every Woman's Aim;
Of Beauty Vain, of silly Toasters proud,
Fond of a Train, and happy in a Croud,
On every Fop bestowing a kind Glance,
Each Conquest owing to some loose Advance,
Affect to Fly, in hopes to be persu'd,
And think they're Virtuous, if not grossly Lewd:
Let this sure Maxim be my Virtue's Guide,
In part to blame she is, who has been try'd;
Too near he has approach'd, who is deny'd.
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