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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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Have always consider'd a Preface as the
Apology, which an Author makes for his

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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For you

HAT Art Divine the shining Thimble found
To shield the Finger militant around,

Now first my Verse reveals: Ye Virgins, hear, .
Attend, ye Matrons, and ye Belles, give Ear;
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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;

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Whether she work'd the gayly-blooming Flower,
Or drew in ductile Silk the verdant Bower;
Here glow'd the spangled Firmament on high,
And all the Glories of the azure Sky:
Sometimes she copied from the Earth below,
The spotted Lap-Dog, or the flaming Beau
Or form'd the Bird, or shap'd the slender Tree;
A whole Creation in Epitome!

Envy itself was Dumb, in Wonder loft,
And Ladies (trove which should applaud her moft.

Each Morn she work’d, but work'd with nicest Care,
To save her Finger from the fatal Scar:
From ev'ry Blemish Virgins guard their skin,
Dread the least Wound, and tremble at a Pin!
For yet no Armour cas d the Flesh around,
But the thick Glove, or seven-fold Paper bound.
Unhappy Fannia, that wast wont to wield
The pointed Spear, without the bossy Shield !
Thrice happy Fannia, in the Gift bestow'd,
The Thimble Shield, the Labour of a God !
But now her Charms had swell’d the Trump of Fame,
And spread to distant Tea-Tables her Name;

IMITATIONS. • Envy itself was dumb, in Wonder lost, And Factions strove which should applaud you most.

Mr. Addison's Campaign.

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