"While Vanity unveils her whiffling flags, / Her glittering trinkets, and her tawdry rags-- / Spreads spangled nets, and fills her philter'd bowl, / To fix each Sense, and fascinate the Soul-- / Her birdlime twigs contrived with such sly Art, / That while they tangle thoughts, they trap the heart, / Thus to impair her strength, and spoil her wings, / No more to mount o'er temporary things, / But, drunk with spurious Pleasure--cag'd in State-- / Forego true Freedom, and forget her Fate!"
Letter II. Now I'll Prosecute my Theme [from Love Letters to My Wife]
Text from <u>The Life and Poetical Works of James Woodhouse</u>, ed. R. I. Woodhouse, 2 vols. (London: The Leadenhall Press, 1896). &lt;<a href="http://catalog.hathitrust.org/Record/008956650">Link to Hathi Trust</a>&gt; &lt;<a href="http://uclibs.org/PID/78065">Link to LION</a>&gt;