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No rigid Awe shou'd breed a servile Fear,
No wanton Sound offend her Virgin-Ear.
Secure from foolish Pride's Affected state,
And specious Flattery's more pernicious Bait,
Habitual Innocence adorns each Thought,
And 'tis your Crime if She commit a Fau't.

Immodest words (whatever the Pretence)
Always want Decency, and often, Sense.
What mod'rate Fop wou'd rake the Park, or Stews,
Who among Troops of faultless Nymphs may chuse?
Variety of Such is to be found;
Take then a Subject, proper to Expound:
But Moral, Great, and worth a Poet's Voice,
For Men of Sense despise a trivial Choice:
And such Applause it must expect to meet,
As wou'd some Painter, busie in a Street,

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