The
TRIUMPH
of
INDIFFERENCE
.
Being
the
same
ODE
,
imitated
by
an
unknown
Hand
.
I.
THANKS
,
dear
coquet
!
indulgent
cheat
!
Kind
heaven
,
and
your
more
kind
deceit
,
At
length
have
set
me
free
;
No
more
I
sigh
,
and
doat
,
and
pine
,
All
ease
without
,
and
calm
within
,
In
peace
and
liberty
.
II
.
Cupid
no
more
has
power
to
scorch
,
Time
sure
has
robb'd
him
of
his
torch
,
Ne'er
was
a
cooler
creature
:
That
name
no
more
has
such
eclat
,
No
more
my
heart
goes
pit-a-pat
At
sight
of
each
dear
feature
.
III
.
I
sleep
at
night
,
and
sometimes
dream
,
Nor
you
the
fond
vexatious
theme
;
I
wake
,
nor
think
about
you
:
I
meet
,
I
leave
you
,
meet
again
,
But
feel
no
mighty
joy
or
pain
,
Or
with
you
,
or
without
you
.
IV
.
Now
with
indifference
I
chat
Of
eyes
,
lips
,
bubbies
,
and
all
that
,
And
laugh
at
former
follies
:
Joke
with
my
rival
when
we
meet
,
What
eye
so
keen
!
what
lips
so
sweet
!
What
skin
so
soft
as
Molly's
!
V.
Leave
then
those
little
torturing
arts
,
You
practise
on
complying
hearts
;
They're
all
in
vain
,
believe
me
:
Whether
those
eyes
look
kind
or
weep
,
The
pouting
,
or
the
smiling
lip
,
Will
neither
please
,
nor
grieve
me
.
VI
.
From
those
despotick
looks
,
no
more
(
Once
tyrants
of
each
sickle
hour
)
I
date
my
grief
and
joy
:
May
,
tho'
you
frown
,
looks
sweetly
clad
;
And
dull
December's
mighty
sad
,
Tho'
you
stand
smiling
by
.
VII
.
Yet
still
(
for
I
am
quite
sincere
)
You're
mighty
pretty
,
—
true
,
my
dear
,
But
,
like
your
pretty
sex
,
You've
here
and
there
,
and
now
and
then
A
failing
;
for
like
other
men
,
I
now
can
spy
defects
.
VIII
.
Yet
once
with
coward
fondness
curs'd
,
My
poor
weak
heart
I
fear'd
would
burst
At
thought
of
separation
:
But
now
despise
my
feeble
chain
,
And
bless
the
salutary
pain
That
cur'd
me
of
my
passion
.
IX
.
Impatient
of
his
iron
cage
,
The
bird
thus
spends
his
little
rage
,
And
'scapes
with
shatter'd
wings
:
But
soon
with
new-sledg'd
pinions
soars
,
And
hast'ning
to
his
native
bow'rs
,
A
joyful
welcome
sings
.
X.
Fond
female
vanity
will
say
,
These
long
harangues
they
sure
betray
A
heart
that's
hankering
still
:
This
passion
so
proclaim'd
in
song
,
This
tale
so
pleasing
to
the
tongue
,
Does
it
not
touch
the
will
?
XI
.
Lovers
like
soldiers
,
Molly
,
dwell
With
pleasure
on
the
horrid
tale
,
When
all
the
danger's
o'er
:
Like
other
slaves
from
setters
free
,
We
smile
with
anxious
joy
,
to
see
The
chains
which
once
we
wore
.
XII
.
In
kind
indulgence
to
a
heart
,
Engag'd
in
so
severe
a
part
,
This
sweet
revenge
I
write
:
Rail
,
weep
,
be
woman
all
,
for
I
Lull'd
in
indifference
,
defy
Your
fondness
or
your
spite
.
XIII
.
A
frail
false
maid
I
lost
,
but
you
A
man
,
fond
,
gen'rous
,
and
true
;
Which
fortune
is
the
worse
?
Try
all
love's
mighty
empire
round
,
A
faithful
lover's
seldom
found
;
A
jilt's
a
common
curse
.