Here you will find the Long Poem Cadenus And Vanessa of poet Jonathan Swift. To Love  In all I wish, how happy should I be, Thou grand Deluder, were it not for thee! His use of “Cyprian”.  It contains in its title an anagram and a neologism: Cadenus is an anagram of the Latin decanus, meaning ‘dean’: Swift was dean of St Patrick's, and known as Dean Swift in the manner of the time. From The Poems of Jonathan Swift, D.D., Volume II (of 2) Edited by William Ernst Browning Barrister, Inner Temple Author of The Life of Lord Chesterfield. 1761109Versions of. Edited by William Ernst Browning Barrister, Inner Temple Author of The Life of Lord Chesterfield.. To Love  In all I wish, how happy should I be, Thou grand Deluder, were it not for thee! but in vainYou formed this project in your brain,A project for thy talents fit,With much deceit, and little wit;Thou hast, as thou shalt quickly see,Deceived thyself instead of me;For how can heavenly wisdom proveAn instrument to earthly love?Know'st thou not yet that men commenceThy votaries, for want of sense?Nor shall Vanessa be the themeTo manage thy abortive scheme;She'll prove the greatest of thy foes,And yet I scorn to interpose,But using neither skill nor force,Leave all things to their natural course. Account & Lists Account Returns & Orders. “Cadenus and Vanessa” is a prime example of Swift’s attempt to show the truth. It contains in its title an anagram and a neologism: Cadenus is an anagram of the Latin decanus, meaning ‘dean’: Swift was dean of St Patrick's, and known as Dean Swift in the manner of the time. Edited by William Ernst Browning Barrister, Inner Temple Author of. Prime. A poem, written in 1713. Jonathan Swift. THE shepherds and the nymphs were seenPleading before the Cyprian Queen.The counsel for the fair beganAccusing the false creature, man.The brief with weighty crimes was charged,On which the pleader much enlarged:That Cupid now has lost his art,Or blunts the point of every dart;His altar now no longer smokes;His mother's aid no youth invokes—This tempts free-thinkers to refine,And bring in doubt their powers divine,Now love is dwindled to intrigue,And marriage grown a money-league.Which crimes aforesaid (with her leave)Were (as he humbly did conceive)Against our Sovereign Lady's peace,Against the statutes in that case,Against her dignity and crown:Then prayed an answer and sat down.The nymphs with scorn beheld their foes:When the defendant's counsel rose,And, what no lawyer ever lacked,With impudence owned all the fact.But, what the gentlest heart would vex,Laid all the fault on t'other sex.That modern love is no such thingAs what those ancient poets sing;A fire celestial, chaste, refined,Conceived and kindled in the mind,Which having found an equal flame,Unites, and both become the same,In different breasts together burn,Together both to ashes turn.But women now feel no such fire,And only know the gross desire;Their passions move in lower spheres,Where'er caprice or folly steers.A dog, a parrot, or an ape,Or some worse brute in human shapeEngross the fancies of the fair,The few soft moments they can spareFrom visits to receive and pay,From scandal, politics, and play,From fans, and flounces, and brocades,From equipage and park-parades,From all the thousand female toys,From every trifle that employsThe out or inside of their headsBetween their toilets and their beds.In a dull stream, which, moving slow,You hardly see the current flow,If a small breeze obstructs the course,It whirls about for want of force,And in its narrow circle gathersNothing but chaff, and straws, and feathers:The current of a female mindStops thus, and turns with every wind;Thus whirling round, together drawsFools, fops, and rakes, for chaff and straws.Hence we conclude, no women's heartsAre won by virtue, wit, and parts;Nor are the men of sense to blameFor breasts incapable of flame:The fault must on the nymphs be placed,Grown so corrupted in their taste.The pleader having spoke his best,Had witness ready to attest,Who fairly could on oath depose,When questions on the fact arose,That every article was true;NOR FURTHER THOSE DEPONENTS KNEW:Therefore he humbly would insist,The bill might be with costs dismissed.The cause appeared of so much weight,That Venus from the judgment-seatDesired them not to talk so loud,Else she must interpose a cloud:For if the heavenly folk should knowThese pleadings in the Courts below,That mortals here disdain to love,She ne'er could show her face above.For gods, their betters, are too wiseTo value that which men despise. Swift's letters to her were published after her death. This HTML etext of "Cadenus and Vanessa" (1713) by Jonathan Swift, was created in December 2006 by … 'The goddess thus pronounced her doom,When, lo, Vanessa in her bloom,Advanced like Atalanta's star,But rarely seen, and seen from far:In a new world with caution stepped,Watched all the company she kept,Well knowing from the books she readWhat dangerous paths young virgins tread;Would seldom at the park appear,Nor saw the play-house twice a year;Yet not incurious, was inclinedTo know the converse of mankind.First issued from perfumers' shopsA crowd of fashionable fops;They liked her how she liked the play?Then told the tattle of the day,A duel fought last night at twoAbout a lady— you know who;Mentioned a new Italian, comeEither from Muscovy or Rome;Gave hints of who and who's together;Then fell to talking of the weather:Last night was so extremely fine,The ladies walked till after nine.Then in soft voice, and speech absurd,With nonsense every second word,With fustian from exploded plays,They celebrate her beauty's praise,Run o'er their cant of stupid lies,And tell the murders of her eyes.With silent scorn Vanessa sat,Scarce list'ning to their idle chat;Further than sometimes by a frown,When they grew pert, to pull them down.At last she spitefully was bentTo try their wisdom's full extent;And said, she valued nothing lessThan titles, figure, shape, and dress;That merit should be chiefly placedIn judgment, knowledge, wit, and taste;And these, she offered to dispute,Alone distinguished man from brute:That present times have no pretenceTo virtue, in the noble senseBy Greeks and Romans understood,To perish for our country's good.She named the ancient heroes round,Explained for what they were renowned;Then spoke with censure, or applause,Of foreign customs, rites, and laws;Through nature and through art she ranged,And gracefully her subject changed:In vain; her hearers had no shareIn all she spoke, except to stare.Their judgment was upon the whole,— That lady is the dullest soul—Then tipped their forehead in a jeer,As who should say— she wants it here;She may be handsome, young, and rich,But none will burn her for a witch.A party next of glittering dames,From round the purlieus of St. James,Came early, out of pure goodwill,To see the girl in deshabille.Their clamour 'lighting from their chairs,Grew louder, all the way up stairs;At entrance loudest, where they foundThe room with volumes littered round,Vanessa held Montaigne, and read,Whilst Mrs. Susan combed her head:They called for tea and chocolate,And fell into their usual chat,Discoursing with important face,On ribbons, fans, and gloves, and lace:Showed patterns just from India brought,And gravely asked her what she thought,Whether the red or green were best,And what they cost? Cadenus And Vanessa Poem by Jonathan Swift - Poem Hunter. Ese año escribió un poema (que se publicó en 1726) al que puso uno de los títulos más curiosos de la historia de la poesía: “Cadenus and Vanessa”. Cadenus and Vanessa. In its determination to preserve the century of revolution, Gale initiated a revolution of its own: digitization of epic proportions to preserve these invaluable works in the largest archive of its kind. 'Thus by the nymphs and swains adored,My power shall be again restored,And happy lovers bless my reign—So Venus hoped, but hoped in vain.For when in time the martial maidFound out the trick that Venus played,She shakes her helm, she knits her brows,And fired with indignation, vowsTo-morrow, ere the setting sun,She'd all undo that she had done.But in the poets we may findA wholesome law, time out of mind,Had been confirmed by Fate's decree;That gods, of whatso'er degree,Resume not what themselves have given,Or any brother-god in Heaven;Which keeps the peace among the gods,Or they must always be at odds.And Pallas, if she broke the laws,Must yield her foe the stronger cause;A shame to one so much adoredFor Wisdom, at Jove's council-board.Besides, she feared the queen of loveWould meet with better friends above.And though she must with grief reflectTo see a mortal virgin deck'dWith graces hitherto unknownTo female breasts, except her own,Yet she would act as best becameA goddess of unspotted fame;She knew, by augury divine,Venus would fail in her design:She studied well the point, and foundHer foe's conclusions were not sound,From premises erroneous brought,And therefore the deduction's nought,And must have contrary effectsTo what her treacherous foe expects.In proper season Pallas meetsThe queen of love, whom thus she greets(For Gods, we are by Homer told,Can in celestial language scold),'Perfidious Goddess! But this was for Cadenus' sake; A gownman of a different make. (9781170672662): Swift, Jonathan: Books. On Pallas all attempts are vain; One way he knows to give her pain; Vows on Vanessa's heart to take Due vengeance, for her patron's sake. 'This said, she plucks in heaven's high bowersA sprig of Amaranthine flowers,In nectar thrice infuses bays,Three times refined in Titan's rays:Then calls the Graces to her aid,And sprinkles thrice the now-born maid.From whence the tender skin assumesA sweetness above all perfumes;From whence a cleanliness remains,Incapable of outward stains;From whence that decency of mind,So lovely in a female kind.Where not one careless thought intrudesLess modest than the speech of prudes;Where never blush was called in aid,The spurious virtue in a maid,A virtue but at second-hand;They blush because they understand.The Graces next would act their part,And show but little of their art;Their work was half already done,The child with native beauty shone,The outward form no help required:Each breathing on her thrice, inspiredThat gentle, soft, engaging airWhich in old times adorned the fair,And said, 'Vanessa be the nameBy which thou shalt be known to fame;Vanessa, by the gods enrolled:Her name on earth— shall not be told. "Cadenus and Vanessa" is one of the most extensively and intensely examined of Swift's poems because of its puzzling nature,8 but no one is really ready to acknowledge that Swift, the satirist, the humorist, the cleric, the man, could actually be a lover. Home; Jonathan Swift; Analyses; This is an analysis of the poem Cadenus And Vanessa that begins with: THE shepherds and the nymphs were seen Pleading before the Cyprian Queen.... full text. It contains in its title an anagram and a neologism: Cadenus is an anagram of the Latin decanus, meaning ‘dean’: Swift was dean of St Patrick's, and known as Dean Swift in the manner of the time. Cadenus many things had writ, Vanessa much esteemed his wit, And called for his poetic works! 'On whose petition (humbly showingThat 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 designed,Who never could one lover find,She saw her favour was misplaced;The follows had a wretched taste;She needs must tell them to their face,They were a senseless, stupid race;And were she to begin again,She'd study to reform the men;Or add some grains of folly moreTo women than they had before.To put them on an equal foot;And this, or nothing else, would do't.This might their mutual fancy strike,Since every being loves its like.But now, repenting what was done,She left all business to her son;She puts the world in his possession,And let him use it at discretion. The name starts with the first three letters of her surname and the first two of her first name. Account & Lists Account Returns & Orders. The counsel for the fair began Accusing the false creature, man. Cadenus and VanessaJonathan Swift. Skip to main content Hello, Sign in. Jonathan Swift(1801) "Cadenus and Vanessa" in The Battle of the Books and Other Short Pieces(1886) , Thoughts on Various Subjects, Moral and Diverting, An Argument Against Abolishing Christianity, A Complete Collection of Genteel and Ingenious Conversation, https://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Cadenus_and_Vanessa&oldid=918665586, Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike License, This page was last edited on 29 September 2019, at 19:46. a modern phraseFor visits, ombre, balls, and plays. by Jonathan Swift. In 1713, Swift wrote a poem, Cadenus and Vanessa, which only appeared three years after Esther Vanhomrigh’s death, in 1726 – the same year that Swift would set the literary world alight with Gulliver’s Travels, one of the earliest novels in the English language and a classic work of satire. Books. Cadenus and Vanessa by Jonathan Swift. 'The crier was ordered to dismissThe court, so made his last O yes!The goddess would no longer wait,But rising from her chair of state,Left all below at six and seven,Harnessed her doves, and flew to Heaven. : Swift, Jonathan: Amazon.sg: Books. “Cadenus and Vanessa” is a prime example of Swift’s attempt to show the truth. The neologism is Vanessa, in secret reference to Esther Vanhomrigh. From The Poems of Jonathan Swift, D.D., Volume II (of 2). : Cadenus And Vanessa poem by Jonathan Swift. a Poem by Swift, Jonathan online on Amazon.ae at best prices. Edited by William Ernst Browning Barrister, Inner Temple Author of. Some concede he might have had an intimate, but sexless relationship with Vanessa. The name starts with the first three letters of her surname and t… THE shepherds and the nymphs were seen Pleading before the Cyprian Queen. THE shepherds and the nymphs were seenPleading before the Cyprian Queen.The counsel for the fair began. Skip to main content.sg. Amazon.com: Cadenus and Vanessa. Poems to Cadenus and Vanessa. Try. Her fictional name "Vanessa" was created by Swift by taking Van from her surname, Vanhomrigh, and adding Esse, the pet form of her first name, Esther. Fast and free shipping free returns cash on delivery available on eligible purchase. sister projects: Wikipedia article, Wikidata item. A poem, written in 1713. Venus as the Cyprian queen, is evoked immediately. this supprizingly the poem and it's not just because my name is on the tittle of the poem. All Hello, Sign in. From The Poems of Jonathan Swift, D.D., Volume II (of 2). Edited by William Ernst Browning Barrister, Inner Temple Author of. His use of “Cyprian”. The text of Jonathan Swift's poem 'Cadenus and Vanessa', written for Esther (or Hester) Vanhomrigh, about her love for Swift, presented in a poem. Cadenus And Vanessa by Jonathan Swift: poem analysis. (Those authors he so oft had namedFor learning, wit, and wisdom famed).Was struck with love, esteem, and awe,For persons whom he never saw.Suppose Cadenus flourished then,He must adore such God-like men.If one short volume could compriseAll that was witty, learned, and wise,How would it be esteemed, and read,Although the writer long were dead?If such an author were alive,How all would for his friendship strive;And come in crowds to see his face?And this she takes to be her case.Cadenus answers every end,The book, the author, and the friend,The utmost her desires will reach,Is but to learn what he can teach;His converse is a system fitAlone to fill up all her wit;While ev'ry passion of her mindIn him is centred and confined.Love can with speech inspire a mute,And taught Vanessa to dispute.This topic, never touched before,Displayed her eloquence the more:Her knowledge, with such pains acquired,By this new passion grew inspired.Through this she made all objects pass,Which gave a tincture o'er the mass;As rivers, though they bend and twine,Still to the sea their course incline;Or, as philosophers, who findSome fav'rite system to their mind,In every point to make it fit,Will force all nature to submit.Cadenus, who could ne'er suspectHis lessons would have such effect,Or be so artfully applied,Insensibly came on her side;It was an unforeseen event,Things took a turn he never meant.Whoe'er excels in what we prize,Appears a hero to our eyes;Each girl, when pleased with what is taught,Will have the teacher in her thought.When miss delights in her spinnet,A fiddler may a fortune get;A blockhead, with melodious voiceIn boarding-schools can have his choice;And oft the dancing-master's artClimbs from the toe to touch the heart.In learning let a nymph delight,The pedant gets a mistress by't.Cadenus, to his grief and shame,Could scarce oppose Vanessa's flame;But though her arguments were strong,At least could hardly with them wrong.Howe'er it came, he could not tell,But, sure, she never talked so well.His pride began to interpose,Preferred before a crowd of beaux,So bright a nymph to come unsought,Such wonder by his merit wrought;'Tis merit must with her prevail,He never know her judgment fail.She noted all she ever read,And had a most discerning head. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge... Recite this poem (upload your own video or voice file). But Cupid, full of mischief, longs To vindicate his mother's wrongs. Poems to Cadenus and Vanessa. sister projects: Wikipedia article, Wikidata item. Cadenus and Vanessa is a poem by Jonathan Swift about one of his lovers, Esther Vanhomrigh (Vanessa), written in 1713 and published as a book in 1726, three years after the death of Vanhomrigh. a Poem | The 18th century was a wealth of knowledge, exploration and rapidly growing technology and expanding record-keeping made possible by advances in the printing press. A poem. Poems to Cadenus and Vanessa. 'But still the work was not complete,When Venus thought on a deceit:Drawn by her doves, away she flies,And finds out Pallas in the skies:Dear Pallas, I have been this mornTo see a lovely infant born:A boy in yonder isle below,So like my own without his bow,By beauty could your heart be won,You'd swear it is Apollo's son;But it shall ne'er be said, a childSo hopeful has by me been spoiled;I have enough besides to spare,And give him wholly to your care.Wisdom's above suspecting wiles;The queen of learning gravely smiles,Down from Olympus comes with joy,Mistakes Vanessa for a boy;Then sows within her tender mindSeeds long unknown to womankind;For manly bosoms chiefly fit,The seeds of knowledge, judgment, wit,Her soul was suddenly enduedWith justice, truth, and fortitude;With honour, which no breath can stain,Which malice must attack in vain:With open heart and bounteous hand:But Pallas here was at a stand;She know in our degenerate daysBare virtue could not live on praise,That meat must be with money bought:She therefore, upon second thought,Infused yet as it were by stealth,Some small regard for state and wealth:Of which as she grew up there stayedA tincture in the prudent maid:She managed her estate with care,Yet liked three footmen to her chair,But lest he should neglect his studiesLike a young heir, the thrifty goddess(For fear young master should be spoiled)Would use him like a younger child;And, after long computing, found'Twould come to just five thousand pound.The Queen of Love was pleased and proudTo we Vanessa thus endowed;She doubted not but such a dameThrough every breast would dart a flame;That every rich and lordly swainWith pride would drag about her chain;That scholars would forsake their booksTo study bright Vanessa's looks:As she advanced that womankindWould by her model form their mind,And all their conduct would be triedBy her, as an unerring guide.Offending daughters oft would hearVanessa's praise rung in their ear:Miss Betty, when she does a fault,Lets fall her knife, or spills the salt,Will thus be by her mother chid,''Tis what Vanessa never did. With this poem, Swift created the popular woman's name Vanessa. His use of “Cyprian”. Cadenus is a subject fit, Grown old in politics and wit; Caressed by Ministers of State, Of half mankind the dread and hate. Page Jonathan Swift creó el nombre de Vanessa para Esther Vanhomrigh en el año 1712. (TO KNOW THE WORLD! Elements of the verse: questions and answers. Buy Cadenus and Vanessa. This poem has not been translated into any other language yet. Whom Pallas, once Vanessa's tutor, Had fixed on for her coadjutor. Considered one of Swift's best poems. a Poem. Cadenus And Vanessa. From The Poems of Jonathan Swift, D.D., Volume II (of 2). From The Poems of Jonathan Swift, D.D., Volume II (of 2). Cart Hello Select your address Best Sellers Today's Deals Electronics Gift Ideas Customer Service Books New … The neologism is Vanessa, in secret reference to Esther Vanhomrigh. Esther Vanhomrigh (known by the pseudonym Vanessa; c. 1688 – 2 June 1723), an Irish woman of Dutch descent, was a longtime lover and correspondent of Jonathan Swift. “Cadenus and Vanessa” is a prime example of Swift’s attempt to show the truth. © Poems are the property of their respective owners. Poems to Cadenus and Vanessa. )Thus, to the world's perpetual shame,The queen of beauty lost her aim,Too late with grief she understoodPallas had done more harm than good;For great examples are but vain,Where ignorance begets disdain.Both sexes, armed with guilt and spite,Against Vanessa's power unite;To copy her few nymphs aspired;Her virtues fewer swains admired;So stars, beyond a certain height,Give mortals neither heat nor light.Yet some of either sex, endowedWith gifts superior to the crowd,With virtue, knowledge, taste, and wit,She condescended to admit;With pleasing arts she could reduceMen's talents to their proper use;And with address each genius holdTo that wherein it most excelled;Thus making others' wisdom known,Could please them and improve her own.A modest youth said something new,She placed it in the strongest view.All humble worth she strove to raise;Would not be praised, yet loved to praise.The learned met with free approach,Although they came not in a coach.Some clergy too she would allow,Nor quarreled at their awkward bow.But this was for Cadenus' sake;A gownman of a different make.Whom Pallas, once Vanessa's tutor,Had fixed on for her coadjutor.But Cupid, full of mischief, longsTo vindicate his mother's wrongs.On Pallas all attempts are vain;One way he knows to give her pain;Vows on Vanessa's heart to takeDue vengeance, for her patron's sake.Those early seeds by Venus sown,In spite of Pallas, now were grown;And Cupid hoped they would improveBy time, and ripen into love.The boy made use of all his craft,In vain discharging many a shaft,Pointed at colonels, lords, and beaux;Cadenus warded off the blows,For placing still some book betwixt,The darts were in the cover fixed,Or often blunted and recoiled,On Plutarch's morals struck, were spoiled.The queen of wisdom could foresee,But not prevent the Fates decree;And human caution tries in vainTo break that adamantine chain.Vanessa, though by Pallas taught,By love invulnerable thought,Searching in books for wisdom's aid,Was, in the very search, betrayed.Cupid, though all his darts were lost,Yet still resolved to spare no cost;He could not answer to his fameThe triumphs of that stubborn dame,A nymph so hard to be subdued,Who neither was coquette nor prude.I find, says he, she wants a doctor,Both to adore her, and instruct her:I'll give her what she most admires,Among those venerable sires.Cadenus is a subject fit,Grown old in politics and wit;Caressed by Ministers of State,Of half mankind the dread and hate.Whate'er vexations love attend,She need no rivals apprehendHer sex, with universal voice,Must laugh at her capricious choice.Cadenus many things had writ,Vanessa much esteemed his wit,And called for his poetic works!Meantime the boy in secret lurks.And while the book was in her hand,The urchin from his private standTook aim, and shot with all his strengthA dart of such prodigious length,It pierced the feeble volume through,And deep transfixed her bosom too.Some lines, more moving than the rest,Struck to the point that pierced her breast;And, borne directly to the heart,With pains unknown, increased her smart.Vanessa, not in years a score,Dreams of a gown of forty-four;Imaginary charms can find,In eyes with reading almost blind;Cadenus now no more appearsDeclined in health, advanced in years.She fancies music in his tongue,Nor farther looks, but thinks him young.What mariner is not afraidTo venture in a ship decayed?What planter will attempt to yokeA sapling with a falling oak?As years increase, she brighter shines,Cadenus with each day declines,And he must fall a prey to Time,While she continues in her prime.Cadenus, common forms apart,In every scene had kept his heart;Had sighed and languished, vowed and writ,For pastime, or to show his wit;But time, and books, and State affairs,Had spoiled his fashionable airs,He now could praise, esteem, approve,But understood not what was love.His conduct might have made him styledA father, and the nymph his child.That innocent delight he tookTo see the virgin mind her book,Was but the master's secret joyIn school to hear the finest boy.Her knowledge with her fancy grew,She hourly pressed for something new;Ideas came into her mindSo fact, his lessons lagged behind;She reasoned, without plodding long,Nor ever gave her judgment wrong.But now a sudden change was wrought,She minds no longer what he taught.Cadenus was amazed to findSuch marks of a distracted mind;For though she seemed to listen moreTo all he spoke, than e'er before.He found her thoughts would absent range,Yet guessed not whence could spring the change.And first he modestly conjectures,His pupil might be tired with lectures,Which helped to mortify his pride,Yet gave him not the heart to chide;But in a mild dejected strain,At last he ventured to complain:Said, she should be no longer teased,Might have her freedom when she pleased;Was now convinced he acted wrong,To hide her from the world so long,And in dull studies to engageOne of her tender sex and age.That every nymph with envy owned,How she might shine in the GRANDE-MONDE,And every shepherd was undone,To see her cloistered like a nun.This was a visionary scheme,He waked, and found it but a dream;A project far above his skill,For Nature must be Nature still.If she was bolder than becameA scholar to a courtly dame,She might excuse a man of letters;Thus tutors often treat their betters,And since his talk offensive grew,He came to take his last adieu.Vanessa, filled with just disdain,Would still her dignity maintain,Instructed from her early yearsTo scorn the art of female tears.Had he employed his time so long,To teach her what was right or wrong,Yet could such notions entertain,That all his lectures were in vain?She owned the wand'ring of her thoughts,But he must answer for her faults.She well remembered, to her cost,That all his lessons were not lost.Two maxims she could still produce,And sad experience taught her use;That virtue, pleased by being shown,Knows nothing which it dare not own;Can make us without fear discloseOur inmost secrets to our foes;That common forms were not designedDirectors to a noble mind.Now, said the nymph, I'll let you seeMy actions with your rules agree,That I can vulgar forms despise,And have no secrets to disguise.I knew by what you said and writ,How dangerous things were men of wit;You cautioned me against their charms,But never gave me equal arms;Your lessons found the weakest part,Aimed at the head, but reached the heart.Cadenus felt within him riseShame, disappointment, guilt, surprise.He know not how to reconcileSuch language, with her usual style:And yet her words were so expressed,He could not hope she spoke in jest.His thoughts had wholly been confinedTo form and cultivate her mind.He hardly knew, till he was told,Whether the nymph were young or old;Had met her in a public place,Without distinguishing her face,Much less could his declining ageVanessa's earliest thoughts engage.And if her youth indifference met,His person must contempt beget,Or grant her passion be sincere,How shall his innocence be clear?Appearances were all so strong,The world must think him in the wrong;Would say he made a treach'rous use.Of wit, to flatter and seduce;The town would swear he had betrayed,By magic spells, the harmless maid;And every beau would have his jokes,That scholars were like other folks;That when Platonic flights were over,The tutor turned a mortal lover.So tender of the young and fair;It showed a true paternal care—Five thousand guineas in her purse;The doctor might have fancied worst,—Hardly at length he silence broke,And faltered every word he spoke;Interpreting her complaisance,Just as a man sans consequence.She rallied well, he always knew;Her manner now was something new;And what she spoke was in an air,As serious as a tragic player.But those who aim at ridicule,Should fix upon some certain rule,Which fairly hints they are in jest,Else he must enter his protest;For let a man be ne'er so wise,He may be caught with sober lies;A science which he never taught,And, to be free, was dearly bought;For, take it in its proper light,'Tis just what coxcombs call a bite.But not to dwell on things minute,Vanessa finished the dispute,Brought weighty arguments to prove,That reason was her guide in love.She thought he had himself described,His doctrines when she fist imbibed;What he had planted now was grown,His virtues she might call her own;As he approves, as he dislikes,Love or contempt her fancy strikes.Self-love in nature rooted fast,Attends us first, and leaves us last:Why she likes him, admire not at her,She loves herself, and that's the matter.How was her tutor wont to praiseThe geniuses of ancient days!