Pallas grew vapourish once, and odd, <br />She would not do the least right thing, <br />Either for goddess, or for god, <br />Nor work, nor play, nor paint, nor sing. <br /> <br />Jove frown'd, and, 'Use,' he cried, 'those eyes <br />So skilful, and those hands so taper; <br />Do something exquisite and wise -' <br />She bow'd, obey'd him, - and cut paper. <br /> <br />This vexing him who gave her birth, <br />Thought by all heaven a burning shame; <br />What does she next, but bids, on earth, <br />Her Burlington do just the same. <br /> <br />Pallas, you give yourself strange airs; <br />But sure you'll find it hard to spoil <br />The sense and taste of one that bears <br />The name of Saville and of Boyle. <br /> <br />Alas! one bad example shown; <br />How quickly all the sex pursue! <br />See, madam, see the arts o'erthrown, <br />Between John Overton and you!<br /><br />Alexander Pope<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-the-countess-of-burlington-cutting-paper/
