And though some criticks here cry shame,
And say our authors are to blame,
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That (spite of all philosophers,
Who hold no females stout, but bears;
And heretofore did so abhor
That women should pretend to war,
’They wou’d not suffer the stoutest dame
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To swear
Make feeble ladies, in their works,
To fight like termagants and Turks;
To lay their native arms aside,
Their modesty, and ride astride;
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To run a-tilt at men, and wield
Their naked tools in open field;
As stout
And she that wou’d have been the mistress
Of
And rather took a country lass;
They say, ’tis false, without all sense,
But of pernicious consequence
To government, which they suppose
Can never be upheld in prose;
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Strip nature naked to the skin,
You’ll find about her no such thing.
It may be so; yet what we tell
Of TRULLA that’s improbable,
Shall be depos’d by those who’ve seen’t,
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Or, what’s as good, produc’d in print:
And if they will not take our word,
We’ll prove it true upon record.
The upright CERDON next advanc’t,
Of all his race the valiant’st:
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CERDON the Great, renown’d in song,
Like HERC’LES, for repair of wrong:
He rais’d the low, and fortify’d
The weak against the strongest side:
Ill has he read, that never hit
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On him in Muses’ deathless writ.
He had a weapon keen and fierce,
That through a bull-hide shield wou’d pierce,
And cut it in a thousand pieces,
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Tho’ tougher than the Knight of Greece his,
With whom his black-thumb’d ancestor
Was comrade in the ten years war:
For when the restless Greeks sat down
So many years before Troy town,
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And were renown’d, as Homer writes,
For well-soal’d boots no less than fights,
They ow’d that glory only to
His ancestor, that made them so.
Fast friend he was to reformation,
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Until ’twas worn quite out of fashion.
Next rectifier of wry law,
And wou’d make three to cure one flaw.
Learned he was, and could take note,
Transcribe, collect, translate, and quote.
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But preaching was his chiefest talent,
Or argument, in which b’ing valiant,
He us’d to lay about and stickle,
Like ram or bull, at conventicle:
For disputants, like rams and bulls,
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Do fight with arms that spring from skulls.