By a Friend.
Spoken by Lady Flimnap.
Well now! Could you who are of larger size
Bid to a bolder heighth your passions rise?
Was it not great? A lady of my span
To undertake this monstrous Mountain Man?
The prudes I know will censure and cry, "Fie on't!,
Preposterous, sure! A pigmy love a giant?"
Yet joy! No disproportion love can know;
It finds us equals, or it makes us so.
And to the sex, though power nor strength belong,
We yet have beauty to subdue the strong10.
But what strange notions govern vulgar life!
The beau has qualms about an absent wife,
Were he at home, his dear might cut and carve,
But, if he can't partake, must others starve?
A theft like this he can't a robbery call;
"Let her not know it; she's not robbed at all."
Well, if so cold these English heroes prove,
Such squeamish creatures ne'er will gain my love.
Huge stupid things! not worth the pains to win 'em;
These great bodies have no spirit in 'em20. Mere dingbett fowl! unwieldy, dull, and tame;
The sprightly Bantams are the truest game.