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Charles Churchill (1731-1764): from The Times


Lines 293-334
Go where We will, at ev'ry time and place,
SODOM confronts, and stares us in the face;
They ply in public at our very doors
And take the bread from much more honest Whores.
Those who are mean high Paramours secure,
And the rich guilty screen the guilty poor;
The Sin too proud to feel from Reason awe,
And Those, who practise it, too great for Law.
Woman, the pride and happiness of Man,
Without whose soft endearments Nature's plan
Had been a blank, and Life not worth a thought;
Woman, by all the Loves and Graces taught,
With softest arts, and sure, tho' hidden skill
To humanize, and mould us to her will;
Woman,, with more than common grace form'd here,
With tl- e persuasive language of a tear
To melt the rugged temper of our Isle,
Or win us to her purpose with a smile;
Woman,, by fate the quickest spur decreed,
The fairest, best reward of ev'ry deed
Which bears the stamp of honour, at whose name
Our ancient Heroes caught a quicker flame,
And dar'd beyond belief, whilst o'er the plain,
Spurning the carcases of Princes slain,
Confusion proudly strode, whilst Horrour blew
The fatal trump, and Death stalk'd full rn view;
Woman is out of date, a thing thrown by
As having lost its use; No more the Eye
With female beauty caught, in wild amaze,
Gazes entranc'd, and could for ever gaze;
No more the heart, that seat where Love resides,
Each Breath drawn quick and short, in fuller tides
Life postng thro' the veins, each pulse on fire,
And the whole body tingling with desire,
Pan t, for those charms, which Virtue might engage
To .break his vow, and thaw the frost of age,
Bidding each trembling nerve, each muscle strain,
Are giving pleasure which is almost pain .
Women are kept for nothing but the breed;
For pleasure we must have a GANYMEDE,
A fine, fresh HYLAS, a delicious boy,
To serve our purposes of beastly joy.