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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=345268" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>An EPISTLE From A Gentleman To Madam Deshouliers</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=345268" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">URANIA, whom the Town admires, <br> Whose Wit and Beauty share our Praise; <br>This fair URANIA who inspires <br> A thousand Joys a thousand ways, <br>She, who cou'd with a Glance convey <br> Favours, that had my Hopes outdone, <br>Has lent me Money on that Day, <br> Which our Acquaintance first begun. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=345268" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Nor with the Happiness I taste, <br> Let any jealous Doubts contend: <br>Her Friendship is secure to last, <br> Beginning where all others end. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=345268" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And thou, known Cheat! upheld by Law, <br> Thou Disappointer of the craving Mind, <br>BASSETTE, who thy Original dost draw <br> From Venice (by uncertain Seas confin'd); <br>Author of Murmurs, and of Care, <br> Of pleasing Hopes, concluding in Despair: <br>To thee my strange Felicity I owe, <br> From thy Oppression did this Succour flow. <br>Less had I gained, had'st thou propitious been, <br> Who better by my Loss hast taught me how to Win. <br>Yet tell me, my transported Brain! <br> (whose Pride this Benefit awakes) <br>Know'st thou, what on this Chance depends? <br> And are we not exalted thus in vain, <br>Whilst we observe the Money which she lends, <br> But not, alas! the Heart she takes, <br>The fond Engagements, and the Ties <br> Her fatal Bounty does impose, <br>Who makes Reprisals, with her Eyes, <br> For what her gen'rous Hand bestows? </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=345268" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And tho' I quickly can return <br> Those useful Pieces, which she gave; <br>Can I again, or wou'd I have <br> That which her Charms have from me borne? </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=345268" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Yet let us quit th' obliging Score; <br>And whilst we borrow'd Gold restore, <br>Whilst readily we own the Debt, <br>And Gratitude before her set <br> In its approved and fairest Light; <br>Let her effectually be taught <br> By that instructive, harmless Slight, <br>That also in her turn she ought <br> (Repaying ev'ry tender Thought) <br>Kindness with Kindness to requite.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Anne+Kingsmill+Finch">Anne Kingsmill Finch</a></strong></div>