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OF TEMPER.
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Or Scandal, filthy hag! who blindly limps
Round the wide earth, supported by her imps,
Her inky demons, who delight to print
Her base suggestion, and her envious hint:—
Or groundless Jealousy, pert changeling! born
Of amorous Vanity, and angry Scorn,
Whose bitter taunts with public insult dare
Basely to wound the unoffending fair;
Proud the sweet joys of innocence to crush,
And spread o'er Beauty's cheek the burning blush.
Whether these kindred fiends, or one, or all,
Shall aim thy airy spirit to enthrall,
Are points, my fondness tries in vain to reach;
But trust my caution! and beware of each!
Lest to thy lively mind my words may seem
The vain chimera of a common dream,
By one unquestionable sign be taught
To prize my presence in thy waking thought!
An azure ribband, on thy toilet thrown,
Shall make the magic of my empire known: