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Dare I in such momentous points advise,
I should condemn the hoop's enormous size :
Of ills I speak, by long experience found ;
Oft have I trod th’immeasurable round;
And mourn'd

my fhins, bruis'd black with many a wound.
Nor should the tighten'd stays, too ftraitly lac'd,
In whale-bone bondage gall the slender waift;
Nor waving lappets should the dancing fair,
Nor rufles edg'd with dangling fringes wear :
Oft will the cobweb ornaments catch hold
On the approaching button, rough with gold ;
Nor force, nor art, can then the bonds divide,
When once th' entangled Gordian knot is ty'd.
So the unhappy pair, by Hymen's pow'r,
Together join'd in some ill-fated hour;
The more they strive their freedom to regain,
The faster binds th’ indiffoluble chain.

Let each fair maid, who fears to be disgrac'd,
Ever be sure to tie her garter fast ;
Left the loos’d string, amidst the publick ball,
A wish'd-for prize to some proud fop should fall,
Who the rich treasure shall triumphant shew,
And with warm blushes cause her cheeks to glow.

But yet, (as Fortune, by the self-fame ways
She humbles many, some delights to raise)
It happen’d once, a fair illustrious dame
By such neglect acquir'd immortal fame :
And hence the radiant ftar and


blue Britannia's nobles grace, if Fame says true ; Hence still, Plantagenet, thy beauties bloom, Tho' long since moulder'd in the dufky tomb Still thy loft garter is thy sov’reign's care, And what each royal breast is proud to wear.

But let me now my lovely charge remind, Left they, forgetful, leave their fans behind.



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Lay not, ye fair, the pretty toý aside; n gat siis

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A toy, at once display'd for use and pride -
A wondrous engine, that by magick charms, in 2!
Cools your own breast, and ev'ry other's warms....!
What daring bard Mallie'er attempt to tell; :')
The pow'rs that in this little weapon dwell BT
What verse can e'er explain it's various parts, with the
It's numerous uses; motions, charms, and arts A
It's painted folds, that oft extended wide,siin!
Th' afflicted-fair-one's blubber'd beauties hide; wia!
When secret sorrows her fad bofom fill,

dre If Strephon is unkind, or Shock is:ill?

4: It's sticks, on which her eyes dejected pore, ! ..?

And pointing fingers number o'er and o'er, "isiaisiins'
When the kind virgin burns with secret shame,
Dies to consent; yet fears to own her fame? :
It's shake triumphant, it's victorious clap, ti !"

Autter, and it's wanton tapo
Forbear, my Muse, th’extensive theme to fing,
Nor trust in fuch a flight thy tedder wing:
Rather do you in humble lines proclaim,
From whence this engine took it's form and name;
Say from what cause it firft deriv'd it's birth,

ta How form'd in heav'n, how thence-dedue'd to eartha

Once, in Arcadia, that'fam'd feat of love, cor's
There liv'd a nymph, the pride of all the grove;

A lovely nymph, adorn'd with ev'ry grace,
An easy shape, and sweetly blooming face :
Fanny the damsel's name, as chaste as fair ;
Each virgin's envy, and each swain's despair.
To charm her ear the rival shepherds fing,
Blow the soft flute, and wake the trembling Atring;
For her they leave their wand'ring flocks to rove, it!
Whilf Fanny's name resounds thro' every grove, 13
And spreads on ev'ry, tree, inclos?d in knots of love :



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As Fielding's now, her eyes all hearts inflame;
Like her in beauty, as alike in name.

'Twas when the summer fun, now mounted high,
With fiercer beams had scorch'd the glowing ky,
Beneath the covert of a cooling fade,
To fur the heat, this lovely nymph was laid :
The fultry weather o'er her cheeks had spread
A blash, that added to their native red;
And her fair breafts, as polith'd marble white,
Were half concead, and half expos'd to fight.
Æolus, the mighty god whom winds obey,
Observ'd the beauteous maid as thus the lay;
O'er all her charms he gaz'd' with fond delighe,
And fuck'd in poison at the dangorous fight.
He fighs, he burns ; at last declares his pain;
But still he fighs, and still he wodes in vains
The cruel nymph, regardless of his moan,
Minds not his flame, uneasy with her own;
But still complains, that he who roP'd the air,
Would not command one Zephyr to repair
Around her face, nor gentle breeze' to play
Thro' the dark glade, to cool the fultry day,
By love incited, and the hopes of joy,
Th' ingenious god contriv'd this pretty toy,
With gales incessant to relieve her flame,
And call'd it Fan, from lovely Fanny's name.

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Now lee, prepar'd to lead the sprightly dance,

The lovely nymphs, and well-drefs’d youths, advance;
The fpacious room receives each jovial guest,
And the floor Shakes, with pleasing weight oppress'd:
Thick rang'd on ev'ry fide, with various dyes,
The fair in gloffy filks our fight furprize.

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So in a garden, bath'd with genial tow'rs,
A thousand forts of variegated flow is ;
Jonquils, carnations, pinks, and talips, rise,
And in a gay confusion charm our eyes.
High o'er their heads, with pum'rous candles bright,
Large sconces thed their sparkling beams of light';
Their sparkling beams, that till more brightly glow,
Reflected back from gems and eyes below.
Unnumber'd fans, to cool the crouded fair,
With breathing Zephyrs move the circling air:
The sprightly fiddle, and the founding lyre,
Each youthful breaft with gen 'rots warmth inspire.
Fraught with all joys the blissful moments fly,
While mufick melts the ear, and beauty charms the eye.

Now let the youth, to whole superior place.
It firft belongs the splendid ball to grace,
With humble bow and ready hand prepare,
Forth from the crowd to lead his chofen fair:
The fair shall not his kind requet deny,
But to the pleasing toil with equal ardour fly.

But stay, ralh pair ! not yet, antaught, advance ;
Firft hear the Muse, ere you attempt to dance,
By art directed o'er the foaming tide,
Secare from rocks the painted vessels glide's
By art the chariot fcours the dusty plain,
Springs at the whip, and hears the ftrait'ning rein:
To arc aur bodies muft obedient prove,
If e'er we hope with graceful ease to move.

Long was the dancing art unfix'd and free,
Hence log in error and uncertainty:
No precepts did jo mind or rales obey,
But ev'ry master taught a diff'rent way:
Hence, ere each new-born dance was fully try'd,
The lovely product e'en in blooming dy'd;
Thro various hands in wild confufion tofs'd,
It's Reps were alter'd, and it's beauties loft ;


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Till Fuillet *, the pride of Gallia, rose;';. Soboz..? sni,
And did the dance in characters compose ; tu mutaueris:
Each lovely graçe by certain marks he taught,:... eziupis
And ev'ry step in lasting volumes-wrete. Siri
Hence o'er the world this pleasing'art shall spreads 'wii
And ev'ry dance in ev'ry clime be read;. : i .'
By distant masters fhall each step be seen, i ri! :..
Tho' mountains rise, and aceans roar between :'!
Hence, with her sister arts, fhall dancing claim
An equal right to universal fames a ris!
And Isaac's Rigadoon shall live as long !
As Raphael's painting, or as Virgil's fong,

Wise Nature, ever with a prudent hand, in
Dispenses various gifts to ev'ry, land i :',
To ev'ry nation frugally imparts
A genius fit for some peculiar arts ; ,
To trade the Dutch-incline, -the Swiss to arms; ',149
Musick and verse are soft Italia's charms;
Britannia justly glories to have found

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Lands unexplor'd, and fail'd the globe around;
But none will sure presume to rival France,
Whether the forms, or executes the dance; as, tas
To her exalted genius 'tis we owe

. . . .
The sprightly Rigadoon, and Louvre flow,
The Borée, and Courant unpractis d long,
Th' immortal Miguet, and the smooth Bretagne,
With all those dances of illustrious fame,
That from their native country take their name ; si.
With these let ey'ry ball be first begun,
Nor country-dance intrude till these are done.

Each cautious bard, ere he attempts to fing,
First gently flutt'ring, tries his tender wing;
And if he finds that, with unconmon fire,
The Muses all his raptur'd foul inspire,


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* Fuillet wrote the Art of Dancing, by characters, in French, lince translated by Weaver.


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