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Amusement, and if that Design be answer'd, my Ambition is satisfied : and indeed to say Truth, I have so thorough a Confidence in your good Nature, that I am persuaded you will look with a favourable Eye upon the following Performance, though not in Justice, yet in Pity to,
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P R E F A C E.
Have always consider'd a Preface as the
Performance; in which he has an undoubted Liberty of saying as much as he pleases in Favour of himself: As I cannot therefore but be apprehenfive of the Success of the following Piece, I must beg Leave to take this comfortable Privilege, as well as my Poetical Brethren. The principal Circumstance I have to rge in Behalf of this Poem, is, that it is the first Production of a young and unex: ?rienced Author (excepting a few trifling Pieces in the Magazines) and I am so far from bidding Defiance to the Criticks, that I address myself to them in the modest and submisive Terms of, By your Leave, GENTLEMEN.
As to the Poem itself, I have endeavour'd in some particular Passages to imitate the Manner
of of Mr. Pope's Rape of the Lock, upon a Presumption, that the following of so good a Pattern would be deem'd meritorious in so young a Writer as myself. I ought likewise to acknowledge, that I had in View the Episode of the Patten in Mr. Gay's Trivia. How far I have reach'd the Spirit required in this Kind of Poetry, must be left to the Reader, to whose Candour and Judgment 1 submit the following Poem.
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T H I M B L E.
C A N T O the FIRST.
HAT Art Divine the shining Thimble found
Now first my Verse reveals: Ye Virgins, hear, .
the Infant Muse essays to sing,
she flutters on her tender Wing; To you the tributary Strains belong, 66. Then * take at once the Poet and the Song."
When Woman's chief Concerns were Love and Play, And trifling was the Business of the Day ; When few could find one useless Hour to spare, To mend an Apron, or to say a Prayer; Fannia, the fairest of the Female Train, That shone at Court, or bleft the rural Plain, In the nice Toils of Industry was skill’d, And knew with Art the Needle Spear to wield;
* Pope's New Dunciad, Line 8.
Whether she work'd the gayly-blooming Flower,
Envy itself was Dumb, in Wonder loft,
Each Morn she work’d, but work'd with nicest Care,
IMITATIONS. • Envy itself was dumb, in Wonder lost, And Factions strove which should applaud you most.
Mr. Addison's Campaign.