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jonathan swift poem 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!

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