_Epilogue to Zara_.
First, then, a woman will, or won't--depend on 't;
If she will do 't, she will; and there's an end on 't.
But, if she won't, since safe and sound your trust is,
Fear is affront: and jealousy injustice.[17]
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_Verses Written on a Window in Scotland_.
Tender-handed stroke a nettle,
And it stings you for your pains;
Grasp it like a man of mettle,
And it soft as silk remains.
[Note 17: The following lines are copied from the pillar erected on
the mount in the Dane John Field, Canterbury:
"Where is the man who has the power and skill
To stem the torrent of a woman's will?
For if she will, she will, you may depend on 't;
And if she won't, she won't; so there's an end on't."]
'Tis the same with common natures:
Use 'em kindly, they rebel;
But be rough as nutmeg-graters,
And the rogues obey you well.
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RICHARD SAVAGE.
1698-1743.
_The Bastard_. Line 7.
He lives to build, not boast a generous race:
No tenth transmitter of a foolish face.
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JAMES THOMSON.
1700-1748.
THE SEASONS.
_Spring_. Line 283.
Base envy withers at another's joy,
And hates that excellence it cannot reach.
Line 465.
But who can paint
Like Nature? Can imagination boast,
Amid its gay creation, hues like hers?
Line 1149.
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