Mr. SPECTATOR,
I am a Woman’s Man, and read with a very fine Lady your Paper, wherein you fall upon us whom you envy: What do you think I did? you must know she was dressing, I read the Spectator to her, and she laughed at the Places where she thought I was touched; I threw away your Moral, and taking up her Girdle cried out,
Give me but what
this Ribbon bound,
Take all the rest the
[Sun [2]] goes round. [3]
She smiled, Sir, and said you were a Pedant; so say of me what you please, read Seneca and quote him against me if you think fit. I am, SIR, Your humble Servant.
[Footnote 1: is not]
[Footnote 2: World]
[Footnote 3: Waller, On a Girdle.]
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No. 159. Saturday, September 1, 1711. Addison.
... Omnem
quae nunc obducta tuenti
Mortales hebetat
visus tibi, et humida circum
Caligat, nubem
eripiam ...
Virg.
When I was at Grand Cairo, I picked up several Oriental Manuscripts, which I have still by me. Among others I met with one entitled, The Visions of Mirzah, which I have read over with great Pleasure. I intend to give it to the Publick when I have noother Entertainment for them; and shall begin with the first Vision, which I have translated Word for Word as follows.
’On the fifth Day of the Moon, which according to the Custom of my Forefathers I always keep holy, after having washed my self, and offered up my Morning Devotions, I ascended the high Hills of Bagdat, in order to pass the rest of the Day in Meditation and Prayer. As I was here airing my self on the Tops of the Mountains, I fell into a profound Contemplation on the Vanity of human Life; and passing from one Thought to another, Surely,