The works of Mr. Thomas Brown, serious and comical : in prose and verse, with his remains in four volumes compleat; vol. IIBrown, Thomas
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The works of Mr. Thomas Brown, serious and comical : in prose and verse, with his remains in four volumes compleat; vol. II
Brown, Thomas
English wit and humor -- Early works to 1800; Erotic literature -- Early works to 1800; Latin literature -- Translations into English
That I, who never testify’d much esteem for the fair sex, should at this
time address myself to them, will without doubt be thought strange; but
if necessity breaks laws, it ought also to cancel aversion, and excuse
me for seeking protection amongst a sex I have so often despised, being
compelled to it by a thousand injuries done to my memory. Therefore I
now ask pardon of the ladies; and am perswaded I do them no little
honour, (since there has seldom been a more extraordinary woman than I
was) in owning myself one of the female kind. _First_, I may boast of
all the advantage of a glorious birth, being daughter of the _Great
Gustavus Adolphus_, who did not only fill the north, but all the
universe with admiration; and of _Mary Elianor_ of _Brandenburgh_, the
worthy wife of such a husband. If I was not as handsome as _Helen_, and
those other beauties, whom the poets have from age to age recorded in
the book of fame, yet all the world own’d me a woman of incomparable
parts. I was queen at five years of age, and even so early took upon me
that important trust, which but few men are capable to discharge, and
which fewer would covet, if they knew the troubles that attend it; yet I
supported the weight of all affairs with such a grace and prudence, that
my crown did not seem too heavy for me. As soon as reason had made me
sensible of my power, my only thoughts were how to make myself worthy of
it. To this end, I invited to my court those I thought the most capable
of improving it; which was no sooner known by the beggary _French_, but
_Stockholm_ swarm’d with masters of all sciences. Among the rest I had a
pack of hungry poets; but he that took the most pains, was not the best
rewarded, because he did not resemble _Boileau_, who can in half an hour
make a saint of a devil. In my green years, I seem’d only addicted to
grandeur and virtue; for I studied like a doctor, argued like a
philosopher, and gave lessons of morality to the most learned; so that
every body imagin’d I should eclipse the most famous _heroines_. But I
had not yet heard the voice of a certain deity, whose language I no
sooner understood, but it poison’d all my former good dispositions; for
whereas till then I had been charm’d with the conversation of the dead,
I began now to have passionate inclinations for the living. But not to
undeceive the world, which thought my conduct blameless, I was forc’d to
put a curb to my desires, or at least to pursue them with more
precaution, whether the trouble to find myself so inclin’d, or my
grandeur, which wou’d not allow of those liberties I sigh’d for, oblig’d
me to punish the flatterers of my passion, I know not; but I committed
many barbarities. As my desires were insatiable, so ’twas not in my
power to confine them; and this gave my subjects too many opportunities
to discover several indecencies in my management; and because I wou’d
not be tumbled headlong from my throne by them, I very prudently
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