While thus Cadenus entertains
Vanessa in exalted strains,
The nymph in sober words entreats
A truce with all sublime conceits;
For why such raptures, flights, and fancies,
To her who durst not read romances? 
In lofty style to make replies,
Which he had taught her to despise? 
But when her tutor will affect
Devotion, duty, and respect,
He fairly abdicates the throne: 
The government is now her own;
He has a forfeiture incurr’d;
She vows to take him at his word,
And hopes he will not think it strange
If both should now their stations change,
The nymph will have her turn to be
The tutor; and the pupil, he;
Though she already can discern
Her scholar is not apt to learn;
Or wants capacity to reach
The science she designs to teach;
Wherein his genius was below
The skill of every common beau,
Who, though he cannot spell, is wise
Enough to read a lady’s eyes,
And will each accidental glance
Interpret for a kind advance. 
  But what success Vanessa met,
Is to the world a secret yet. 
Whether the nymph, to please her swain,
Talks in a high romantic strain;
Or whether he at last descends
To act with less seraphic ends;
Or to compound the business, whether
They temper love and books together;
Must never to mankind be told,
Nor shall the conscious Muse unfold. 
  Meantime the mournful Queen of Love
Led but a weary life above. 
She ventures now to leave the skies,
Grown by Vanessa’s conduct wise: 
For though by one perverse event
Pallas had cross’d her first intent;
Though her design was not obtain’d: 
Yet had she much experience gain’d,
And, by the project vainly tried,
Could better now the cause decide. 
She gave due notice, that both parties,
Coram Regina, prox’ die Martis,
Should at their peril, without fail,
Come and appear, and save their bail. 
All met; and, silence thrice proclaimed,
One lawyer to each side was named. 
The judge discover’d in her face
Resentments for her late disgrace;
And full of anger, shame, and grief,
Directed them to mind their brief;
Nor spend their time to show their reading: 
She’d have a summary proceeding. 
She gather’d under every head
The sum of what each lawyer said,
Gave her own reasons last, and then
Decreed the cause against the men. 
  But in a weighty case like this,
To show she did not judge amiss,
Which evil tongues might else report,
She made a speech in open court;
Wherein she grievously complains,
“How she was cheated by the swains;
On whose petition (humbly showing,
That women were not worth the wooing,
And that, unless the sex would mend,
The race of lovers soon must end)—­
She was at Lord knows what expense
To form a nymph of wit and sense,
A model for her sex design’d,
Who never could one lover find.