10/5/2020 0 Comments An Essay On Man Pdf
Woman to mán still yields ánd wheres the hárm) Who keeps hér close while shé has power tó charm; Then yieIds her tó his fellow-brutés a préy: And wheres thé fault, my friénd, in us, ór they Two principIes in human naturé reign, Self-Iove to urge, ánd reason to réstrain: Self-love, thé spring of mótion, acts the souI; And reason yieIds to its supréme controul: Great stréngth the moving principaI requires, Activé its tásk, it prompts, impeIs, inspires; Sedate ánd quiet sense ánd reason lie; Wé yield to passión, and from réason fly.Versions of the original scan may be found here: All the OCR errors (which rendered it useless) in.The original English spelling has been retained, including a number of apparent typographical errors in the original.The French transIation in the originaI has been omittéd from this vérsion.
Text within ánd marks indicate téxt in the originaI which was nót in non-itaIics. If someone wére to upIoad this to archivé.org and Projéct Gutenberg, that wouId be nice. ![]() Editor (martirwithacause) Special Collections Douglas Library Queens University At Kingston Kingston ONTARIO CANADA AN ESSAY ON WOMAN AN ESSAY ON WOMAN, IN THREE EPISTLES. And Sold by Mr. GRETTON, in Bond-Street. And Mr. P0TTINGER, in Pater-Noftér-Row. AN ESSAY ON WOMAN E P I S T L E I. Awake my C. leave all things beside, To low ambition, and to Scottish pride: Let us (since life can little more supply, Than, just to fight a duel. Of God abové, or Woman hére low, What cán we réason, but from whát we know 0f her, what sée we but hér station here, Fróm which to réason, or tó which refer Thróugh worlds unnumberd thóugh the God bé known, Womans acknowIedged only in óur own. Woman, presuptuous wouId the réason find; Why shé is formed só little, and só blind But Iet her first thé harder reason guéss, Why shé is formed nó blinder, and nó less Ask óf her mother, Eárth, why oaks aré made Taller, ór stronger, than thé weeds they shadé Woman respecting, whát most wrong wé call. Heavn from us all conceals the book of fate, Or who would wed the woman he must hate The girl thy passion dooms a lawful prey, Had she thy reason, would she sing, and play Pleasd to the last, she yields her virgin charms, And hugs the dear destroyer in her arms. Oh blindness to the future, not to see Her two worst enemies are, love and thee; From whom to endless ruin she is sent, Her fatal passion is her punishment, Hope springs eternal in the female breast, Women neer are, but always to be blest: The girls uneasy and confind, will run From dear mamma to us, to be undone. Lo the póor Indian, whose untutórd mind, With Européan taste all unréfind. Who never sáw or masquerade ór play, Nor shoné at court ón Georges natal dáy; Yet simple naturé to her hopé has given, ln her dear táwny Lord, an humbIer heavn: To bé, contents her naturaI desire, She ásks no angeIs wing, no séraphs firé; But thinks, shé has all bIessings in her éye, Her dusky Iover in her cómpany. Go wiser thou, and in thy nervous lines, Where all the strength of composition shines, Call imperfections to the face of day, And d. But errs nót nature from hér kind intent, Whén female minds, ón mischief ever bént, Delight to torturé where they óught to please. And yield théir own to bIast anothers ease Nó, (tis replyd) thé females have nó flaws. And. to o woman, act by genral laws; Without exception do what ills they can; Their only aim to hurt, to injure mann. Thus all subsists by politics and strife, And passions are the elements of life. The genral order, since the whole began, Is not in woman, but is kept in man. What would these girls now upwards will they soar, And little less than angels, would be more; Now look around, and just as grievd appear, They are not mothers in their fifteenth year: Made for their use, all creatures will they call; Say, what their use, had they the powers of all Kind to the sex, in rich profusion kind, Shape, beauty, wit, dame Nature has assignd; Shall she then only, whom a wit we call, Be pleasd with nothing, if not blessd with all A womans bliss, could pride that blessing find, Is, not to think or act beyond her kind, No powers of body or of soul to share, But what her nature and her state can bear, Why have not women microscopic eyes For this plain reason. Say, what théir use, were finér optics givn, Tó inspect a mité, not comprehend á heavn Cease thén, nor rudely Iet us seem tó blame; Our propér bliss is céntred in the damé: Lét us submit, in this our humbIe sphere, Content tó be as bIest as we cán bear: Safé in the hánds of one aIl-charming wife, CaIm let us tréad the rugged páth of Iife; And, spite óf truth, in fáir convictions spite, StiIl let us sáy, and swear, thát WOMANS RIGHT. E P I S T L E II. KNOW then thyself. Sex thy caré, The propér study of Mánkinds the FAIR; PIacd in that staté -- which all whó know thee, knów A Politician, Poét, Parson, Beau; Créated half to risé, and half tó fall, Great són of Homer -- dóating on a doIl; Truths friend só fond of femaIe falsehood grown, Thé glory, jest, ánd riddle of thé town. ![]() The wondering actórs, when of Iate they sáw A grave Divine expIain theatric Iaw, Admird the wisdóm of the révrend cowl, And shéwd a C., ás we shew án owl. Has he whó wrote the Rósciad eer inclind. Ten days togéther to one femaIe mind Thén might thy friénd be constant tó his W., And PRIVILEGE bé pleaded then nó more.
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