138:480,000[' ]| 138:480,000[' ]| 138:480,001[A ]| In \Cupid's\*School, whoe're wou'd take Degree, 138:480,002[A ]| Must learn his Rudiments, by reading me. 138:480,003[A ]| Seamen with sailing Arts their Vessels move; 138:480,004[A ]| Art guides the Chariot; Art instructs to Love. 138:480,005[A ]| Of Ships and Chariots others know the Rule; 138:480,006[A ]| But I am Master in Love's mighty School. 138:480,007[A ]| \Cupid\ indeed is obstinate and wild, 138:480,008[A ]| A stubborn God; but yet the God's a Child: 138:480,009[A ]| Easie to govern in his tender Age, 138:480,010[A ]| Like fierce \Achilles\ in his Pupillage. 138:480,011[A ]| That Heroe, born for Conquest, trembling stood 138:480,012[A ]| Before the Centaur, and receiv'd the Rod. 138:480,013[A ]| As \Chiron\ mollify'd his cruel Mind 138:480,014[A ]| With Art; and taught his Warlike Hands to wind 138:480,015[A ]| The Silver Strings of his melodious Lyre: 138:480,016[A ]| So Love's fair Goddess does my Soul inspire 138:480,017[A ]| To teach her softer Arts; to sooth the Mind, 138:480,018[A ]| And smooth the rugged Breasts of Human Kind. 138:480,019[A ]| Yet \Cupid\ and \Achilles\, each with Scorn 138:480,020[A ]| And Rage were fill'd; and both were Goddess-Born. 138:480,021[A ]| The Bull reclaim'd and yok'd, the Burden draws: 138:480,022[A ]| The Horse receives the Bit within his Jaws. 138:480,023[A ]| And stubborn Love shall bend beneath my Sway, 138:480,024[A ]| Tho' strugling oft he strives to disobey. 138:480,025[A ]| He shakes his Torch, he wounds me with his Darts; 138:480,026[A ]| But vain his Force, and vainer are his Arts. 138:481,027[A ]| The more he burns my Soul, or wounds my Sight, 138:481,028[A ]| The more he teaches to revenge the Spight. 138:481,029[A ]| I boast no Aid the \Delphian\ God affords, 138:481,030[A ]| Nor Auspice from the flight of chattering Birds; 138:481,031[A ]| Nor \Clio\, nor her Sisters have I seen, 138:481,032[A ]| As \Hesiod\ saw them on the shady Green: 138:481,033[A ]| Experience makes my Work a Truth so try'd, 138:481,034[A ]| You may believe; and \Venus\ be my Guide. 138:481,035[A ]| Far hence you Vestals be, who bind your Hair; 138:481,036[A ]| And Wives, who Gowns below your Ankles wear. 138:481,037[A ]| I sing the Brothels loose and unconfin'd, 138:481,038[A ]| Th' unpunishable Pleasures of the Kind; 138:481,039[A ]| Which all alike, for Love, or Mony find. 138:481,040[A ]| You, who in \Cupid's\ Rolls inscribe your Name, 138:481,041[A ]| First seek an Object worthy of your Flame; 138:481,042[A ]| Then strive with Art, your Lady's Mind to gain: 138:481,043[A ]| And last, provide your Love may long remain. 138:481,044[A ]| On these three Precepts all my Work shall more: 138:481,045[A ]| These are the Rules and Principles of Love. 138:481,046[A ]| Before your youth with Marriage is opprest, 138:481,047[A ]| Make choice of one who suits your Humour best: 138:481,048[A ]| And such a Damsel drops not from the Sky; 138:481,049[A ]| She must be sought for with a curious Eye. 138:481,050[A ]| The wary Angler, in the winding Brook, 138:481,051[A ]| Knows what the Fish, and where to bait his Hook. 138:481,052[A ]| The Fowler and the Huntsman know by Name, 138:481,053[A ]| The certain Haunts, and Harbour of their Game. 138:481,054[A ]| So must the Lover beat the likeliest Grounds; 138:481,055[A ]| Th' Assemblies where his Quarry most abounds. 138:481,056[A ]| Nor shall my Novice wander far astray; 138:481,057[A ]| These Rules shall put him in the ready Way, 138:482,058[A ]| Thou shalt not sail around the Continent, 138:482,059[A ]| As far as \Perseus\, or as \Paris\ went: 138:482,060[A ]| For \Rome\ alone affords thee such a Store; 138:482,061[A ]| As all the World can hardly shew thee more. 138:482,062[A ]| The Face of Heav'n with fewer Stars is crown'd, 138:482,063[A ]| Than Beauties in the \Roman\ Sphere are found. 138:482,064[A ]| Whether thy Love is bent on blooming Youth, 138:482,065[A ]| On dawning Sweetness, in unartful Truth; 138:482,066[A ]| Or courts the juicy Joys of riper Growth; 138:482,067[A ]| Here mayst thou find thy full Desires in both. 138:482,068[A ]| Or if Autumnal Beauties please thy Sight 138:482,069[A ]| (An Age that knows to give, and take Delight;) 138:482,070[A ]| Millions of Matrons of the graver Sort, 138:482,071[A ]| In common Prudence, will not balk the Sport. 138:482,072[A ]| In Summer Heats thou needst but only go 138:482,073[A ]| To \Pompey's\ cool and shady Portico; 138:482,074[A ]| Or Concord's Fane; or that Proud Edifice, 138:482,075[A ]| Whose Turrets near the bawdy Suburb rise: 138:482,076[A ]| Or to that other Portico, where stands 138:482,077[A ]| The cruel Father, urging his Commands; 138:482,078[A ]| And fifty Daughters wait the Time of Rest, 138:482,079[A ]| To plunge their Ponyards in the Bridegroom's Breast: 138:482,080[A ]| Or \Venus\ Temple; where, on Annual Nights, 138:482,081[A ]| They mourn \Adonis\ with \Assyrian\ Rites. 138:482,082[A ]| Nor shun the \Jewish\ Walk, where the foul Drove, 138:482,083[A ]| On Sabbaths, rest from every*thing but Love: 138:482,084[A ]| Nor \Isis\ Temple; for that sacred Whore 138:482,085[A ]| Makes others, what to \Jove\ she was before. 138:482,086[A ]| And if the Hall it*self be not bely'd, 138:482,087[A ]| Even there the Cause of Love is often try'd: 138:482,088[A ]| Near it at least, or in the Palace Yard; 138:482,089[A ]| From whence the noisy Combatants are heard. 138:482,090[A ]| The crafty Counsellors, in formal Gown, 138:483,091[A ]| There gain another's Cause, but lose their own. 138:483,092[A ]| There Eloquence is nonplust in the Sute; 138:483,093[A ]| And Lawyers, who had Words at Will, are mute. 138:483,094[A ]| \Venus\, from her adjoyning Temple, smiles, 138:483,095[A ]| To see them caught in their litigious Wiles. 138:483,096[A ]| Grave Senators lead home the Youthful Dame; 138:483,097[A ]| Returning Clients, when they Patrons came. 138:483,098[A ]| But above all, the Play-House is the Place; 138:483,099[A ]| There's Choice of Quarry in that narrow Chace. 138:483,100[A ]| There take thy Stand, and sharply looking out, 138:483,101[A ]| Soon may'st thou find a Mistress in the Rout; 138:483,102[A ]| For Length of Time, or for a single Bout. 138:483,103[A ]| The Theatres are Berries for the Fair: 138:483,104[A ]| Like Ants on Mole-hills, thither they repair: 138:483,105[A ]| Like Bees to Hives, so num'rously they throng, 138:483,106[A ]| It may be said, they to that Place belong. 138:483,107[A ]| Thither they swarm, who have the publick Voice: 138:483,108[A ]| There chuse, if Plenty not distracts thy Choice. 138:483,109[A ]| To see, and to be seen, in Heaps they run; 138:483,110[A ]| Some to undo, and some to be undone. 138:483,111[A ]| From \Romulus\ the Rise of Plays began, 138:483,112[A ]| To his new Subjects a commodious Man; 138:483,113[A ]| Who, his unmarried Soldiers to supply, 138:483,114[A ]| Took care the Common-wealth should multiply: 138:483,115[A ]| Providing \Sabine\ Women for his Braves, 138:483,116[A ]| Like a true King, to get a Race of Slaves. 138:483,117[A ]| His Play-House, not of \Parian\ Marble made, 138:483,118[A ]| Nor was it spread with Purple Sails for Shade. 138:483,119[A ]| The Stage with Rushes, or with Leaves they strow'd: 138:483,120[A ]| No Scenes in Prospect, no Machining God. 138:483,121[A ]| On Rows of homely Turf they sate to see, 138:483,122[A ]| Crown'd with the Wreaths of ev'ry common Tree. 138:483,123[A ]| There, while they sit in rustick Majesty, 138:483,124[A ]| Each Lover had his Mistriss in his eye; 138:483,125[A ]| And whom he saw most suiting to his Mind, 138:483,126[A ]| For Joys of Matrimonial Rape design'd. 138:484,127[A ]| Scarce cou'd they wait the Plaudit in their hast; 138:484,128[A ]| But e're the Dances and the Song were past, 138:484,129[A ]| The Monarch gave the Signal from his Throne; 138:484,130[A ]| And rising, bad his merry Men fall on. 138:484,131[A ]| The Martial Crew, like Soldiers ready prest, 138:484,132[A ]| Just at the Word (the Word too was the Best) 138:484,133[A ]| With joyful Cries each other animate, 138:484,134[A ]| Some choose, and some at Hazzard seize their Mate. 138:484,135[A ]| As Doves from Eagles, or from Wolves the Lambs, 138:484,136[A ]| So from their lawless Lovers fly the Dames. 138:484,137[A ]| Their Fear was one, but not one Face of Fear; 138:484,138[A ]| Some rend the lovely Tresses of their Hair: 138:484,139[A ]| Some shriek, and some are struck with dumb Despair. 138:484,140[A ]| Her absent Mother one invokes in vain; 138:484,141[A ]| One stands amaz'd, not daring to complain; 138:484,142[A ]| The nimbler trust their Feet, the slow remain. 138:484,143[A ]| But nought availing, all are Captives led, 138:484,144[A ]| Trembling and blushing, to the Genial Bed. 138:484,145[A ]| She who too long resisted, or deny'd, 138:484,146[A ]| The lusty Lover made by Force a Bride; 138:484,147[A ]| And with superior Strength, compell'd her to his Side: 138:484,148[A ]| Then sooth'd her thus: ~~ My Soul's far better Part, 138:484,149[A ]| Cease weeping, nor afflict thy tender Heart: 138:484,150[A ]| For what thy Father to thy Mother was, 138:484,151[A ]| That Faith to thee, that solemn Vow I pass. 138:484,152[A ]| Thus \Romulus\ became so popular; 138:484,153[A ]| This was the Way to thrive in Peace and War; 138:484,154[A ]| To pay his Army, and fresh Whores to bring: 138:484,155[A ]| Who wou'd not fight for such a gracious King?. 138:484,156[A ]| Thus Love in Theaters did first improve; 138:484,157[A ]| And Theaters are still the Scene of Love. 138:484,158[A ]| Nor shun the Chariots, and the Courser's Race; 138:485,159[A ]| The Circus is no inconvenient Place. 138:485,160[A ]| Nor need is there of talking on the Hand; 138:485,161[A ]| Nor Nods, nor Signs, which Lovers understand. 138:485,162[A ]| But boldly next the Fair your Seat provide; 138:485,163[A ]| Close as you can to hers; and Side by Side. 138:485,164[A ]| Pleas'd or unpleas'd, no matter; crowding sit; 138:485,165[A ]| For so the Laws of publick Shows permit. 138:485,166[A ]| Then find Occasion to begin Discourse; 138:485,167[A ]| Enquire whose Chariot this, and whose that Horse; 138:485,168[A ]| That whatsoever Side she is inclin'd, 138:485,169[A ]| Suit all your Inclinations to her Mind: 138:485,170[A ]| Like what she likes, from thence your Court begin; 138:485,171[A ]| And whom she favours, wish that he may win. 138:485,172[A ]| But when the Statues of the Deities, 138:485,173[A ]| In Chariots roll'd, appear before the Prize; 138:485,174[A ]| When \Venus\ comes, with deep Devotion rise. 138:485,175[A ]| If Dust be on her Lap, or Grains of Sand; 138:485,176[A ]| Brush both away with your officious Hand. 138:485,177[A ]| If none be there, yet brush that nothing thence; 138:485,178[A ]| And still to touch her Lap make some Pretence. 138:485,179[A ]| Touch any*thing of hers; and if her Train 138:485,180[A ]| Sweep on the Ground, let it not sweep in vain. 138:485,181[A ]| But gently take it up, and wipe it clean: 138:485,182[A ]| And while you wipe it with observing Eyes, 138:485,183[A ]| Who knows but you may see her naked Thighs! 138:485,184[A ]| Observe who sits behind her; and beware, 138:485,185[A ]| Lest his incroaching Knee shou'd press the Fair. 138:485,186[A ]| Light Service takes light Minds: For some can tell 138:485,187[A ]| Of Favours won, by laying Cushions well: 138:485,188[A ]| By Fanning Faces, some their Fortune meet; 138:485,189[A ]| And some by laying Footstools for their Feet. 138:485,190[A ]| These Overtures of Love the Circus gives; 138:485,191[A ]| Nor at the Sword-play less the Lover thrives: 138:485,192[A ]| For there the Son of \Venus\ fights his Prize; 138:485,193[A ]| And deepest Wounds are oft receiv'd from Eyes. 138:486,194[A ]| One, while the Crowd their Acclamations make, 138:486,195[A ]| Or while he Betts, and puts his Ring to Stake, 138:486,196[A ]| Is struck from far, and feels the flying Dart; 138:486,197[A ]| And of the Spectacle is made a Part. 138:486,198[A ]| \Ca*esar\ wou'd represent a Naval Fight, 138:486,199[A ]| For his own Honour, and for \Rome's\ Delight. 138:486,200[A ]| From either Sea the Youths and Maidens come., 138:486,201[A ]| And all the World was then contain'd in \Rome\! 138:486,202[A ]| In this vast Concourse, in this Choice of Game, 138:486,203[A ]| What \Roman\ Heart but felt a foreign Flame? 138:486,204[A ]| Once more our Prince prepares to make us glad; 138:486,205[A ]| And the remaining East to \Rome\ will add. 138:486,206[A ]| Rejoice you \Roman\ Soldiers in your Urn 138:486,207[A ]| Your Ensigns from the \Parthians\ shall return, 138:486,208[A ]| And the slain \Crassi\ shall no longer mourn 138:486,209[A ]| A Youth is sent those Trophies to demand; 138:486,210[A ]| And bears his Father's Thunder in his Hand. 138:486,211[A ]| Doubt not th' Imperial Boy in Wars unseen, 138:486,212[A ]| In Childhood all of \Ca*esar's\ Race are Men. 138:486,213[A ]| Celestial Seeds shoot out before their Day, 138:486,214[A ]| Prevent their Years, and brook no dull Delay. 138:486,215[A ]| Thus Infant \Hercules\ the Snakes did press., 138:486,216[A ]| And in his Cradle did his Sire confess. 138:486,217[A ]| \Bacchus\ a Boy, yet like a Hero fought; 138:486,218[A ]| And early Spoils from conquer'd \India\ brought. 138:486,219[A ]| Thus you your Father's Troops shall lead to Fight; 138:486,220[A ]| And thus shall vanquish in your Father's Right. 138:486,221[A ]| These Rudiments you to your Lineage owe 138:486,222[A ]| Born to increase your Titles as you grow. 138:486,223[A ]| Brethren you had, Revenge your Brethren slain; 138:486,224[A ]| You have a Father, and his Rights maintain. 138:486,225[A ]| Arm'd by your Country's Parent, and your own, 138:486,226[A ]| Redeem your Country, and restore his Throne. 138:486,227[A ]| Your Enemies assert an impious Cause; 138:486,228[A ]| You fight both for divine and humane Laws. 138:487,229[A ]| Already in their Cause they are o'ercome; 138:487,230[A ]| Subject them too, by Force of Arms, to \Rome\. 138:487,231[A ]| Great Father \Mars\ with greater \Ca*esar\ joyn; 138:487,232[A ]| To give a prosperous Omen to your Line: 138:487,233[A ]| One of you is, and one shall be divine. 138:487,234[A ]| I prophecy you shall, you shall o'ercome; 138:487,235[A ]| My verse shall bring you back in Triumph Home. 138:487,236[A ]| Speak in my Verse, exhort to loud Alarms. 138:487,237[A ]| O were my Numbers equal to your Arms. 138:487,238[A ]| Then will I sing the \Parthians\ Overthrow: 138:487,239[A ]| Their Shot averse sent from a flying Bow. 138:487,240[A ]| The \Parthians\, who already flying fight: 138:487,241[A ]| Already give an Omen of their Flight. 138:487,242[A ]| O when will come the Day, by Heav'n design'd, 138:487,243[A ]| When thou the best and fairest of Mankind, 138:487,244[A ]| Drawn by white Horses shalt in triumph ride, 138:487,245[A ]| With conquer'd Slaves attending on thy Side; 138:487,246[A ]| Slaves, that no longer can be safe in Flight? 138:487,247[A ]| O glorious Object, O surprizing Sight, 138:487,248[A ]| O Day of publick joy; too good to end in Night! 138:487,249[A ]| On such a Day, if thou, and next to thee, 138:487,250[A ]| Some Beauty sits the Spectacle to see: 138:487,251[A ]| It she enquire the Names of conquer'd Kings, 138:487,252[A ]| Of Mountains, Rivers, and their hidden Springs; 138:487,253[A ]| Answer to all thou knowest; and if need be, 138:487,254[A ]| Of Things unknown seem to speak knowingly: 138:487,255[A ]| This is \Euphrates\, crown'd with Reeds; and there 138:487,256[A ]| Flows the swift \Tigris\, with his Sea-green Hair. 138:487,257[A ]| Invent new Names of things unknown before, 138:487,258[A ]| Call this \Armenia\; that the \Caspian\ Shore: 138:487,259[A ]| Call this a \Mede\, and that a \Parthian\ Youth; 138:487,260[A ]| Talk probably; no Matter for the Truth. 138:487,261[A ]| In Feasts, as at our Shows, new Means abound; 138:487,262[A ]| More Pleasure there, than that of Wine is found. 138:487,263[A ]| The \Paphian\ Goddess there her Ambush lays; 138:488,264[A ]| And Love betwixt the Horns of \Bacchus\ plays: 138:488,265[A ]| Desires encrease at ev'ry swilling Draught; 138:488,266[A ]| Brisk Vapours add new Vigour to the Thought. 138:488,267[A ]| There \Cupid's\ purple Wings no Flight afford; 138:488,268[A ]| But wet with Wine, he flutters on the Board. 138:488,269[A ]| He shakes his Pinnions, but he cannot move; 138:488,270[A ]| Fix'd he remains, and turns a Maudlin Love. 138:488,271[A ]| Wine warms the Blood, and makes the Spirits flow; 138:488,272[A ]| Care flies, and Wrinkles from the Forehead go: 138:488,273[A ]| Exalts the Poor, Invigorates the Weak; 138:488,274[A ]| Gives Mirth and Laughter, and a Rosy Cheek. 138:488,275[A ]| Bold Truths it speaks, and spoken, dares maintain: 138:488,276[A ]| And brings our old Simplicity again. 138:488,277[A ]| Love sparkles in the Cup, and fills it higher: 138:488,278[A ]| Wine feeds the Flames, and Fuel adds to Fire. 138:488,279[A ]| But choose no Mistress in thy drunken Fit; 138:488,280[A ]| Wine gilds too much their Beauties and their Wit. 138:488,281[A ]| Nor trust thy Judgment when the Tapers dance; 138:488,282[A ]| But sober, and by Day, thy Sute advance. 138:488,283[A ]| By Day-Light \Paris\ judg'd the beauteous Three; 138:488,284[A ]| And for the fairest, did the Prize decree. 138:488,285[A ]| Night is a Cheat, and all Deformities 138:488,286[A ]| Are hid, or lessen'd in her dark Disguise. 138:488,287[A ]| The Sun's fair Light each Error will confess, 138:488,288[A ]| In Face, in Shape, in jewels, and in Dress. 138:488,289[A ]| Why name I ev'ry Place where Youths abound? 138:488,290[A ]| 'Tis Loss of Time; and a too fruitful Ground. 138:488,291[A ]| The \Bajan\ Baths, where Ships at Anchor ride, 138:488,292[A ]| And wholesome Streams from Sulphur Fountains glide: 138:488,293[A ]| Where wounded Youths are by Experience taught, 138:488,294[A ]| The Waters are less healthful than they thought. 138:488,295[A ]| Or \Dian's\ Fane, which near the Suburb lies; 138:488,296[A ]| Where Priests, for their Promotion, fight a Prize. 138:488,297[A ]| That Maiden Goddess is Love's mortal Foe, 138:488,298[A ]| And much from her his Subjects undergo. 138:489,299[A ]| Thus far the sportful Muse, with Myrtle bound, 138:489,300[A ]| Has sung where lovely Lasses may be found. 138:489,301[A ]| Now let me sing, how she who wounds your Mind, 138:489,302[A ]| With Art, may be to cure your Wounds inclin'd. 138:489,303[A ]| Young Nobles, to my Laws Attention lend: 138:489,304[A ]| And all you Vulgar of my School, attend. 138:489,305[A ]| Find then believe, all Women may be won; 138:489,306[A ]| Attempt with Confidence, the Work is done. 138:489,307[A ]| The grashopper shall first forbear to sing, 138:489,308[A ]| In Summer Season, or the Birds in Spring; 138:489,309[A ]| Than Women can resist your flattering Skill: 138:489,310[A ]| Ev'n She will yield, who swears she never will. 138:489,311[A ]| To Secret Pleasure both the Sexes move: 138:489,312[A ]| But Women most, who most dissemble Love. 138:489,313[A ]| 'Twere best for us, if they wou'd first declare; 138:489,314[A ]| Avow their Passion, and submit to Prayer. 138:489,315[A ]| The Cow by lowing, tells the Bull her Flame: 138:489,316[A ]| The neighing Mare invites her Stallion to the Game. 138:489,317[A ]| Man is more temp'rate in his Lust than they; 138:489,318[A ]| And more than Women, can his Passion sway. 138:489,319[A ]| \Biblis\, we know, did first her Love declare; 138:489,320[A ]| And had Recourse to Death in her Despair. 138:489,321[A ]| Her Brother She; her Father \Myrrha\ sought; 138:489,322[A ]| And lov'd, but lov'd not as a Daughter ought. 138:489,323[A ]| Now from a Tree she stills her odorous Tears; 138:489,324[A ]| Which yet the Name of her who shed 'em bears. 138:489,325[A ]| In \Ida's\ shady Vale a Bull appear'd; 138:489,326[A ]| White as the Snow, the fairest of the Herd; 138:489,327[A ]| A Beauty Spot of black there only rose, 138:489,328[A ]| Betwixt his equal Horns and ample Brows: 138:489,329[A ]| The Love and Wish of all the \Cretan\ Cows. 138:489,330[A ]| The Queen beheld him as his Head he rear'd, 138:489,331[A ]| And envy'd ev'ry Leap he gave the Herd. 138:489,332[A ]| A Secret Fire she nourish'd in her Breast; 138:490,333[A ]| And hated ev'ry Heifer he caress'd. 138:490,334[A ]| A Story known, and known for true, I tell; 138:490,335[A ]| Nor \Crete\, though lying, can the Truth conceal. 138:490,336[A ]| She cut him Grass; (so much can Love command) 138:490,337[A ]| She strok'd, she fed him with her Royal Hand: 138:490,338[A ]| Was pleas'd in Pastures with the Herd to rome, 138:490,339[A ]| And \Minos\ by the Bull was overcome. 138:490,340[A ]| Cease Queen, with Gemms, t' adorn thy beauteous Brows; 138:490,341[A ]| The Monarch of thy Heart no Jewel knows. 138:490,342[A ]| Nor in thy Glass compose thy Looks and Eyes; 138:490,343[A ]| Secure from all thy Charms thy Lover lyes. 138:490,344[A ]| Yet trust thy Mirrour when it tells thee true; 138:490,345[A ]| Thou art no Heifer to allure his View. 138:490,346[A ]| Soon wou'dst thou quit thy Royal Diadem 138:490,347[A ]| To thy fair Rivals; to be horn'd like them. 138:490,348[A ]| If \Minos\ please, no Lover seek to find; 138:490,349[A ]| If not, at least seek one of humane Kind. 138:490,350[A ]| The wretched Queen the \Cretan\ Court forsakes; 138:490,351[A ]| In Woods and Wilds, her Habitation makes: 138:490,352[A ]| She curses ev'ry beauteous Cow she sees; 138:490,353[A ]| Ah, why dost thou my Lord and Master please? 138:490,354[A ]| And think'st, ungrateful Creature as thou art, 138:490,355[A ]| With frisking awkwardly, to gain his Heart. 138:490,356[A ]| She said; and straight commands, with frowning Look, 138:490,357[A ]| To put her, undeserving, to the Yoke. 138:490,358[A ]| Or feigns some holy Rites of Sacrifice; 138:490,359[A ]| And sees her Rival's Death with joyful Eyes: 138:490,360[A ]| Then, when the Bloody Priest has done his Part, 138:490,361[A ]| Pleas'd, in her Hand she holds the beating Heart: 138:490,362[A ]| Nor from a scornful Taunt can scarce refrain; 138:490,363[A ]| Go Fool, and strive to please my Love again. 138:490,364[A ]| Now she wou'd be \Europa\ ~~ \Io\, now; 138:490,365[A ]| (A Bull bore one; and one was made a Cow.) 138:491,366[A ]| Yet she at last her Brutal Bliss obtain'd; 138:491,367[A ]| And in a wooden Cow the Bull sustain'd: 138:491,368[A ]| Fill'd with his Seed, accomplish'd her Desire; 138:491,369[A ]| Till, by his Form, the Son betray'd the Sire. 138:491,370[A ]| If \Atreus\ Wife to Incest had not run; 138:491,371[A ]| (But ah, how hard it is to love but one!) 138:491,372[A ]| His Coursers \Pho*ebus\ had not driv'n away, 138:491,373[A ]| To shun that Sight, and interrupt the Day. 138:491,374[A ]| Thy Daughter, \Nisus\, pull'd thy purple Hair; 138:491,375[A ]| And barking Sea-Dogs yet her Bowels tear. 138:491,376[A ]| At Sea and Land \Atrides\ sav'd his Life; 138:491,377[A ]| Yet fell a Prey to his adult'rous Wife. 138:491,378[A ]| Who knows not what Revenge \Medea\ sought, 138:491,379[A ]| When the slain Offspring bore the Father's Fault? 138:491,380[A ]| Thus \Pho*enix\ did a Woman's Love bewail: 138:491,381[A ]| And thus \Hippolitus\ by \Pha*edra\ fell. 138:491,382[A ]| These Crimes revengeful Matrons did commit; 138:491,383[A ]| Hotter their Lust, and sharper is their Wit. 138:491,384[A ]| Doubt not from them an easie Victory: 138:491,385[A ]| Scarce of a thousand Dames will one deny. 138:491,386[A ]| All Women are content that Men shou'd woe: 138:491,387[A ]| She who complains, and She who will not do. 138:491,388[A ]| Rest then secure, whate'er thy Luck may prove, 138:491,389[A ]| Not to be hated for declaring Love., 138:491,390[A ]| And yet how can'st thou miss, since Woman-kind 138:491,391[A ]| Is frail and vain; and still to Change inclin'd? 138:491,392[A ]| Old Husbands, and stale Gallants they despise; 138:491,393[A ]| And more another's than their own, they prize. 138:491,394[A ]| A larger Crop adorns our Neighbour's Field, 138:491,395[A ]| More Milk his Kine from swelling Udders yield. 138:491,396[A ]| First gain the Maid: By her thou shalt be sure 138:491,397[A ]| A free Access, and easie to procure: 138:491,398[A ]| Who knows, what to her Office does belong, 138:491,399[A ]| Is in the Secret, and can hold her Tongue. 138:492,400[A ]| Bribe her with Gifts, with Promises, and Pray'rs; 138:492,401[A ]| For her good Word goes far in Love Affairs. 138:492,402[A ]| The Time and fit Occasion leave to her, 138:492,403[A ]| When she most aptly can thy Sute prefer. 138:492,404[A ]| The Time for Maids to fire their Lady's Blood, 138:492,405[A ]| Is when they find her in a merry Mood. 138:492,406[A ]| When all things at her Wish and Pleasure move; 138:492,407[A ]| Her Heart is open then, and free to Love. 138:492,408[A ]| Then Mirth and Wantonness to Lust betray, 138:492,409[A ]| And smooth the Passage to the Lover's Way. 138:492,410[A ]| \Troy\ stood the Siege, when fill'd with anxious Care: 138:492,411[A ]| One merry Fit concluded all the War. 138:492,412[A ]| If some fair Rival vex her jealous Mind; 138:492,413[A ]| Offer thy Service to revenge in Kind. 138:492,414[A ]| Instruct the Damsel, while she combs her Hair, 138:492,415[A ]| To raise the Choler of that injur'd Fair: 138:492,416[A ]| And sighing, make her Mistress understand, 138:492,417[A ]| She has the means of Vengeance in her Hand. 138:492,418[A ]| Then, naming thee, thy humble Suit prefer; 138:492,419[A ]| And swear thou languishest and dy'st for her. 138:492,420[A ]| Then let her lose no Time, but push at all; 138:492,421[A ]| For Women soon are rais'd, and soon they fall. 138:492,422[A ]| Give their first Fury Leisure to relent, 138:492,423[A ]| They melt like Ice, and suddenly repent. 138:492,424[A ]| T' enjoy the Maid, will that thy Suit advance? 138:492,425[A ]| 'Tis a hard Question, and a doubtful Chance. 138:492,426[A ]| One Maid corrupted, Bawds the better for't; 138:492,427[A ]| Another for her*self wou'd keep the Sport. 138:492,428[A ]| Thy Bus'ness may be farther'd or delay'd, 138:492,429[A ]| But by my Counsel, let alone the Maid.. 138:492,430[A ]| Ev'n tho' she shou'd consent to do the Feat; 138:492,431[A ]| The Profit's little, and the Danger great. 138:492,432[A ]| I will not lead thee through a rugged Road; 138:492,433[A ]| But where the Way lies open, safe, and broad. 138:493,434[A ]| Yet if thou find'st her very much thy Friend; 138:493,435[A ]| And her good Face her Diligence commend: 138:493,436[A ]| Let the fair Mistress have thy first Embrace, 138:493,437[A ]| And let the Maid come after in her Place. 138:493,438[A ]| But this I will advise, and mark my Words, 138:493,439[A ]| For 'tis the best Advice my Skill affords. 138:493,440[A ]| If needs thou with the Damsel wilt begin; 138:493,441[A ]| Before th' Attempt is made, make sure to win: 138:493,442[A ]| For then the Secret better will be kept; 138:493,443[A ]| And she can tell no Tales when once she's dipt. 138:493,444[A ]| 'Tis for the Fowlers Interest to beware, 138:493,445[A ]| The Bird intangled, shou'd, not 'scape the Snare. 138:493,446[A ]| The Fish once prick'd, avoids the bearded Hook; 138:493,447[A ]| And spoils the Sport of all the neighb'ring Brook. 138:493,448[A ]| If the Wench be thine, she makes thy Way; 138:493,449[A ]| And for thy Sake, her Mistress will betray; 138:493,450[A ]| Tell all she knows, and all she hears her say. 138:493,451[A ]| Keep well the Counsel of thy faithful Spy: 138:493,452[A ]| So shalt thou learn whene'er she treads awry. 138:493,453[A ]| All things the Stations of their Seasons keep: 138:493,454[A ]| And certain Times there are to sow and reap. 138:493,455[A ]| Ploughmen and Sailors for the Season stay, 138:493,456[A ]| One to plough Land, and one to plough the Sea: 138:493,457[A ]| So shou'd the Lover wait the lucky Day. 138:493,458[A ]| Then stop thy Suit, it hurts not thy Design: 138:493,459[A ]| But think another Hour she may be thine, 138:493,460[A ]| And when she celebrates her Birth at home, 138:493,461[A ]| Or when she views the publick Shows of \Rome\; 138:493,462[A ]| Know all thy Visits then are troublesome. 138:493,463[A ]| Defer thy Work, and put not then to Sea, 138:493,464[A ]| For that's a boding, and a stormy Day. 138:493,465[A ]| Else take thy Time, and when thou canst, begin; 138:493,466[A ]| To break a \Jewish\ Sabbath, think no Sin: 138:493,467[A ]| Nor ev'n on superstitious Days abstain. 138:493,468[A ]| Not when the \Romans\ were at \Allia\ slain. 138:494,469[A ]| Ill Omens in her Frowns are understood; 138:494,470[A ]| When She's in humour, ev'ry Day is good. 138:494,471[A ]| But than her Birth-day seldom comes a worse; 138:494,472[A ]| When Bribes and Presents must be sent of course. 138:494,473[A ]| And that's a bloody Day, that costs thy Purse. 138:494,474[A ]| Be stanch; yet Parsimony will be vain: 138:494,475[A ]| The craving Sex will still the Lover drain. 138:494,476[A ]| No Skill can shift 'em off, nor Art remove; 138:494,477[A ]| They will be Begging when they know we Love. 138:494,478[A ]| The Merchant comes upon th' appointed Day, 138:494,479[A ]| Who shall before thy Face, his Wares display. 138:494,480[A ]| To chuse for her she craves thy kind Advice; 138:494,481[A ]| Then begs again, to bargain for the Price: 138:494,482[A ]| But when she has her Purchase in her Eye, 138:494,483[A ]| She hugs thee close, and kisses thee to buy. 138:494,484[A ]| 'Tis what I want, and 'tis a Pennorth too; 138:494,485[A ]| In many years I will not trouble you. 138:494,486[A ]| If you complain you have no ready Coin; 138:494,487[A ]| No matter, 'tis but Writing of a Line: 138:494,488[A ]| A little Bill, not to be paid at Sight; 138:494,489[A ]| (Now curse the Time when thou wert taught to Write.) 138:494,490[A ]| She keeps her Birth-day; you must send the Chear; 138:494,491[A ]| And she'll be Born a hundred times a year. 138:494,492[A ]| With daily Lies she dribs thee into Cost; 138:494,493[A ]| That Ear-ring dropt a Stone, that Ring is lost: 138:494,494[A ]| They often borrow what they never pay; 138:494,495[A ]| What e'er you lend her think it thrown away. 138:494,496[A ]| Had I ten Mouths and Tongues to tell each Art, 138:494,497[A ]| All wou'd be weary'd e'er I told a Part. 138:494,498[A ]| By Letters, not by Words, thy Love begin, 138:494,499[A ]| And Foord the dangerous Passage with thy Pen. 138:494,500[A ]| If to her Heart thou aim'st to find the way, 138:494,501[A ]| Extreamly Flatter, and extreamly Pray. 138:494,502[A ]| \Priam\ by Pray'rs did \Hector's\ Body gain; 138:494,503[A ]| Nor is an Angry God invok'd in vain. 138:494,504[A ]| With promis'd Gifts her easy Mind bewitch; 138:495,505[A ]| For ev' n the Poor in promise may be Rich. 138:495,506[A ]| Vain Hopes a while her Appetite will stay; 138:495,507[A ]| 'Tis a deceitful, but commodious way. 138:495,508[A ]| Who gives is Mad; but make her still believe 138:495,509[A ]| 'Twill come, and that's the cheapest way to give, 138:495,510[A ]| Ev'n barren Lands fair promises afford; 138:495,511[A ]| But the lean Harvest cheats the starving Lord. 138:495,512[A ]| Buy not thy first Enjoyment; lest it prove 138:495,513[A ]| Or bad example to thy future Love: 138:495,514[A ]| But get it \7gratis\; and she'll give thee more, 138:495,515[A ]| For fear of losing what she gave before. 138:495,516[A ]| The losing Gamester shakes the Box in vain, 138:495,517[A ]| And Bleeds, and loses on, in hopes to gain. 138:495,518[A ]| Write then, and in thy Letter, as I said, 138:495,519[A ]| Let her with mighty Promises be fed. 138:495,520[A ]| \Cydippe\ by a Letter was betray'd, 138:495,521[A ]| Writ on a Apple to th' unwary Maid. 138:495,522[A ]| She read her*self into a Marriage Vow; 138:495,523[A ]| (And ev'ry Cheat in Love the Gods allow.) 138:495,524[A ]| Learn Eloquence, ye noble Youth of \Rome\; 138:495,525[A ]| It will not only at the Bar o'ercome: 138:495,526[A ]| Sweet words, the People and the Senate move; 138:495,527[A ]| But the chief end of Eloquence, is Love. 138:495,528[A ]| But in thy Letter hide thy moving Arts; 138:495,529[A ]| Affect not to be thought a Man of Parts. 138:495,530[A ]| None but vain Fools to simple Women Preach; 138:495,531[A ]| A learned Letter oft has made a Breach. 138:495,532[A ]| In a familiar Style your Thoughts convey, 138:495,533[A ]| And Write such things, as Present you wou'd say; 138:495,534[A ]| Such words as from the Heart may seem to move: 138:495,535[A ]| 'Tis Wit enough, to make her think you Love. 138:495,536[A ]| If Seal'd she sends it back, and will not read; 138:495,537[A ]| Yet hope, in time the business may succeed. 138:495,538[A ]| In time the Steer will to the Yoke submit; 138:495,539[A ]| In time the restiff Horse will bear the Bit. 138:496,540[A ]| Ev'n the hard Plough-share, use will wear away; 138:496,541[A ]| And stubborn Steel in length of time decay. 138:496,542[A ]| Water is soft, and Marble hard; and yet 138:496,543[A ]| We see, soft Water through hard Marble Eat. 138:496,544[A ]| Though late, yet Troy at length in Flames expir'd; 138:496,545[A ]| And ten years more, Penelope had tir'd. 138:496,546[A ]| Perhaps, thy Lines unanswer'd she retain'd; 138:496,547[A ]| No Matter; there's a Point already gain'd: 138:496,548[A ]| For she who Reads, in time will Answer too; 138:496,549[A ]| Things must be left, by just degrees to grow. 138:496,550[A ]| Perhaps she Writes, but answers with Disdain; 138:496,551[A ]| And sharply bids you not to write again: 138:496,552[A ]| What she requires, she fears you shou'd accord; 138:496,553[A ]| The Jilt wou'd not be taken at her word. 138:496,554[A ]| Mean*time, if she be carry'd in her Chair, 138:496,555[A ]| Approach; but do not seem to know she's there. 138:496,556[A ]| Speak softly, to delude the Standers by; 138:496,557[A ]| Or, if aloud, then speak ambiguously. 138:496,558[A ]| If Santring in the Portico she Walk, 138:496,559[A ]| Move slowly too; for that's a time for talk: 138:496,560[A ]| And sometimes follow, sometimes be her guide; 138:496,561[A ]| But when the Croud permits, go side by side. 138:496,562[A ]| Nor in the Play-House let her sit alone: 138:496,563[A ]| For she's the Play-House and the Play in one. 138:496,564[A ]| There thou may'st ogle, and by Signs advance 138:496,565[A ]| Thy suit, and seem to touch her Hand by chance. 138:496,566[A ]| Admire the Dancer who her liking gains, 138:496,567[A ]| And pity in the Play the Lover's Pains; 138:496,568[A ]| For her sweet sake the loss of time despise; 138:496,569[A ]| Sit while she sits, and when she rises rise. 138:496,570[A ]| But dress not like a Fop: nor curle your Hair, 138:496,571[A ]| Nor with a Pumice make your Body bare. 138:496,572[A ]| Leave those effeminate and useless Toys 138:496,573[A ]| To Eunuchs, who can give no solid Joys. 138:497,574[A ]| Neglect becomes a Man: This \Theseus\ found; 138:497,575[A ]| Uncurl'd, uncomb'd, the Nymph his Wishes Crown'd. 138:497,576[A ]| The rough \Hippolitus\, was \Pha*edra's\ care; 138:497,577[A ]| And \Venus\ thought the rude \Adonis\ fair. 138:497,578[A ]| Be not too Finical; but yet be clean; 138:497,579[A ]| And wear well-fashion'd Cloaths, like other Men. 138:497,580[A ]| Let not your Teeth be yellow, or be foul; 138:497,581[A ]| Nor in wide Shoes your Feet too loosly roul. 138:497,582[A ]| Of a black Muzzel, and long Beard beware; 138:497,583[A ]| And let a skilful Barber cut your Hair: 138:497,584[A ]| Your Nails be pick'd from Filth, and even par'd; 138:497,585[A ]| Nor let your nasty Nostrils bud with Beard. 138:497,586[A ]| Cure your unsav'ry Breath; gargle your Throat; 138:497,587[A ]| And free your Arm-pits from the Ram and Goat. 138:497,588[A ]| Dress not, in short, too little, or too much: 138:497,589[A ]| And be not wholly \French\, nor wholly \Dutch\. 138:497,590[A ]| Now \Bacchus\ calls me to his jolly Rites: 138:497,591[A ]| Who wou'd not follow, when a God invites? 138:497,592[A ]| He helps the Poet, and his Pen inspires; 138:497,593[A ]| Kind and indulgent to his former Fires. 138:497,594[A ]| Fair \Ariadne\ wander'd on the Shore 138:497,595[A ]| Forsaken now; and \Theseus\ Loves no more: 138:497,596[A ]| Loose was her Gown, deshevell'd was her Hair; 138:497,597[A ]| Her Bosom naked, and her Feet were bare: 138:497,598[A ]| Exclaiming, in the Water's brink she stood; 138:497,599[A ]| Her briny Tears augment the briny Flood. 138:497,600[A ]| She shreik'd, and wept, and both became her Face: 138:497,601[A ]| No posture cou'd that Heav'nly form disgrace. . 138:497,602[A ]| She beat her Breast: The Traytor's gone, said she, 138:497,603[A ]| What shall become of poor forsaken me? 138:497,604[A ]| What shall become ~~ she had not time for more, 138:497,605[A ]| The sounding Cymbals ratled on the Shore. 138:497,606[A ]| She swoons for fear, she falls upon the Ground; 138:497,607[A ]| No vital heat was in her Body found. 138:497,608[A ]| The \Mimallonian\ Dames about her stood; 138:498,609[A ]| And scudding \Satyrs\ ran before their God. 138:498,610[A ]| \Silenus\ on his Ass did next appear; 138:498,611[A ]| And held upon the Mane (the God was clear.) 138:498,612[A ]| The drunken Syre pursues; the Dames retire; 138:498,613[A ]| Sometimes the drunken Dames pursue the drunken Syre 138:498,614[A ]| At last he topples over on the Plain; 138:498,615[A ]| The \Satyrs\ laugh, and bid him rise again. 138:498,616[A ]| And now the God of Wine came driving on, 138:498,617[A ]| High on his Chariot by swift Tygers drawn. 138:498,618[A ]| Her Colour, Voice and Sense forsook the fair; 138:498,619[A ]| Thrice did her trembling Feet for Flight prepare, 138:498,620[A ]| And thrice affrighted did her Flight forbear. 138:498,621[A ]| She shook, like leaves of Corn when Tempests blow; 138:498,622[A ]| Or slender Reeds that in the Marshes grow. 138:498,623[A ]| To whom the God ~~ compose thy fearful Mind; 138:498,624[A ]| In me a truer Husband thou shalt find. 138:498,625[A ]| With Heav'n I will endow thee; and thy Star 138:498,626[A ]| Shall with propitious Light be seen afar: 138:498,627[A ]| And guide on Seas the doubtful Mariner. 138:498,628[A ]| He said; and from his Chariot leaping light, 138:498,629[A ]| Lest the grim Tygers shou'd the Nymph affright 138:498,630[A ]| His brawny Arms around her Wast he threw; 138:498,631[A ]| (For Gods, what e're they will, with ease can do:) 138:498,632[A ]| And swiftly bore her thence; th' attending Throng 138:498,633[A ]| Shout at the Sight, and sing the Nuptial Song. 138:498,634[A ]| Now in full Bowls her Sorrow she may steep: 138:498,635[A ]| The Bridegroom's Liquor lays the Bride asleep. 138:498,636[A ]| But thou, when flowing Cups in Triumph ride, 138:498,637[A ]| And the lov'd Nymph is seated by thy side; 138:498,638[A ]| Invoke the God, and all the mighty Pow'rs; 138:498,639[A ]| That Wine may not defraud thy genial Hours. 138:498,640[A ]| Then in ambiguous Words thy suit prefer; 138:498,641[A ]| Which she may know were all addrest to her. 138:499,642[A ]| In liquid Purple Letters write her Name: 138:499,643[A ]| Which she may read, and reading find thy Flame. 138:499,644[A ]| Then may your Eyes confess your mutual Fires; 138:499,645[A ]| (For Eyes have Tongues, and glances tell desires.) 138:499,646[A ]| When e'er she Drinks, be first to take the Cup; 138:499,647[A ]| And where she laid her Lips, the Blessing sup. 138:499,648[A ]| When she to Carving does her Hand advance; 138:499,649[A ]| Put out thy own, and touch it as by chance. 138:499,650[A ]| Thy service e'en her Husband must attend: 138:499,651[A ]| (A Husband is a most convenient Friend.) 138:499,652[A ]| Seat the fool Cuckold in the highest place; 138:499,653[A ]| And with thy Garland his dull Temples grace. 138:499,654[A ]| Whether below, or equal in degree, 138:499,655[A ]| Let him be Lord of all the Company. 138:499,656[A ]| And what he says, be seconded by Thee. 138:499,657[A ]| 'Tis common to deceive through Friendship's Name: 138:499,658[A ]| But common though it be, 'tis still to blame. 138:499,659[A ]| Thus Factors frequently their Trust betray; 138:499,660[A ]| And to themselves their Masters Gains convey. 138:499,661[A ]| Drink to a certain Pitch, and then give o're; 138:499,662[A ]| Thy Tongue and Feet may stumble, drinking more. 138:499,663[A ]| Of drunken Quarrels in her sight, beware; 138:499,664[A ]| Pot Valour only serves to fright the Fair. 138:499,665[A ]| \Eurytion\ justly fell, by Wine opprest, 138:499,666[A ]| For his rude Riot, at a Wedding-Feast. 138:499,667[A ]| Sing, if you have a Voice: and shew your Parts 138:499,668[A ]| In Dancing, if endu'd with Dancing Arts. 138:499,669[A ]| Do any*thing within your pow'r, to please; 138:499,670[A ]| Nay, ev'n affect a seeming Drunkenness.. 138:499,671[A ]| Clip ev'ry word; and if by chance you speak 138:499,672[A ]| Too home, or if too broad a Jest you break; 138:499,673[A ]| In your excuse the Company will joyn, 138:499,674[A ]| And lay the Fault upon the Force of Wine. 138:499,675[A ]| True Drunkenness is subject to offend, 138:499,676[A ]| But when 'tis feign'd, 'tis oft a Lover's Friend. 138:499,677[A ]| Then safely you may praise her beauteous Face, 138:500,678[A ]| And call him Happy, who is in her grace. 138:500,679[A ]| Her Husband thinks himself the Man design'd; 138:500,680[A ]| But curse the Cuckold in your secret Mind. 138:500,681[A ]| When all are risen, and prepare to go; 138:500,682[A ]| Mix with the Croud, and tread upon her Toe. 138:500,683[A ]| This is the proper time to make thy Court; 138:500,684[A ]| For now she's in the Vein, and fit for Sport. 138:500,685[A ]| Lay Bashfulness, that rustick Virtue, by; 138:500,686[A ]| To manly Confidence thy Thoughts apply. 138:500,687[A ]| On Fortune's Foretop timely fix thy hold; 138:500,688[A ]| Now speak and speed, for \Venus\ loves the bold. 138:500,689[A ]| No Rules of Rhetorick here I need afford: 138:500,690[A ]| Only begin, and trust the following word; 138:500,691[A ]| It will be Witty of its own accord. 138:500,692[A ]| Act well the Lover, let thy Speech abound 138:500,693[A ]| In dying words, that represent thy Wound. 138:500,694[A ]| Distrust not her belief; she will be mov'd: 138:500,695[A ]| All Women think they merit to be lov'd. 138:500,696[A ]| Sometimes a Man begins to Love in jest; 138:500,697[A ]| And after, feels the Torments he profest. 138:500,698[A ]| For your own sakes be pitiful ye Fair; 138:500,699[A ]| For a feign'd Passion, may a true prepare. 138:500,700[A ]| By Flatteries we prevail on Woman-kind; 138:500,701[A ]| As hollow Banks by Streams are undermin'd. 138:500,702[A ]| Tell her, her Face is Fair, her Eyes are Sweet: 138:500,703[A ]| Her Taper Fingers praise, and little Feet. 138:500,704[A ]| Such Praises ev'n the Chast are pleas'd to hear; 138:500,705[A ]| Both Maids and Matrons hold their Beauty dear. ~ 138:500,706[A ]| Once naked \Pallas\ with \Jove's\ Queen appear'd; 138:500,707[A ]| And still they grieve that \Venus\ was prefer'd. 138:500,708[A ]| Praise the proud Peacock, and he spreads his Train: 138:500,709[A ]| Be silent, and he pulls it in again. 138:500,710[A ]| Pleas'd is the Courser in his rapid Race, 138:501,711[A ]| Applaud his Running, and he mends his pace: 138:501,712[A ]| But largely promise, and devoutly swear; 138:501,713[A ]| And, if need be, call ev'ry God to hear. 138:501,714[A ]| \Jove\ sits above, forgiving with a Smile, 138:501,715[A ]| The Perjuries that easy Maids beguile. 138:501,716[A ]| He swore to \Juno\ by the \Stygian\ Lake: 138:501,717[A ]| Forsworn, he dares not an Example make; 138:501,718[A ]| Or punish Falshood, for his own dear sake. 138:501,719[A ]| 'Tis for our Int'rest that the Gods shou'd be; 138:501,720[A ]| Let us believe 'em: I believe they see, 138:501,721[A ]| And both reward, and punish equally: 138:501,722[A ]| Not that they live above, like lazy Drones, 138:501,723[A ]| Or Kings below, supine upon their Thrones: 138:501,724[A ]| Lead then your Lives as present in their sight; 138:501,725[A ]| Be just in Dealings, and defend the right; 138:501,726[A ]| By Fraud betray not, nor Oppress by Might. 138:501,727[A ]| But 'tis a Venial Sin to Cheat the Fair; 138:501,728[A ]| All Men have Liberty of Conscience there. 138:501,729[A ]| On cheating Nymphs a Cheat is well design'd, 138:501,730[A ]| 'Tis a prophane, and a deceitful Kind. 138:501,731[A ]| 'Tis said; that \A*Egypt\ for nine Years was dry, 138:501,732[A ]| Not \Nile\ did Floods, nor Heav'n did Rain supply. 138:501,733[A ]| A Foreigner at length inform'd the King, 138:501,734[A ]| That slaughter'd Guests would kindly Moisture bring. 138:501,735[A ]| The King reply'd, On thee the Lot shall fall, 138:501,736[A ]| Be thou, my Guest, the Sacrifice for all. 138:501,737[A ]| Thus \Phalaris, Perillus\ taught to low, 138:501,738[A ]| And made him season first the brazen Cow. 138:501,739[A ]| A rightful Doom, the Laws of Nature cry, 138:501,740[A ]| 'Tis the Artificers of Death should die. 138:501,741[A ]| Thus justly Women suffer by Deceit; 138:501,742[A ]| Their practice authorises us to cheat. 138:501,743[A ]| Beg her, with Tears, thy warm Desires to grant; 138:501,744[A ]| For Tears will pierce a Heart of Adamant.. 138:501,745[A ]| If Tears will not be squeez'd, then rub your Eye, 138:502,746[A ]| Or noint the Lids, and seem at least to cry. 138:502,747[A ]| Kiss, if you can: Resistance if she make, 138:502,748[A ]| And will not give you Kisses, let her take. 138:502,749[A ]| \Fie, fie, you naughty Man\, are Words of Course; 138:502,750[A ]| She struggles, but to be subdu'd by Force. 138:502,751[A ]| Kiss only soft, I charge you, and beware, 138:502,752[A ]| With your hard Bristles, not to brush the Fair. 138:502,753[A ]| He who has gain'd a Kiss, and gains no more, 138:502,754[A ]| Deserves to lose the Bliss he got before. 138:502,755[A ]| If once she kiss, her Meaning is exprest; 138:502,756[A ]| There wants but little Pushing for the rest: 138:502,757[A ]| Which if thou dost not gain, by Strength or Art, 138:502,758[A ]| The Name of Clown then sutes with thy Desert. 138:502,759[A ]| 'Tis downright Dulness, and a shameful Part. 138:502,760[A ]| Perhaps she calls it Force; but if she 'scape, 138:502,761[A ]| She will not thank you for th' omitted Rape. 138:502,762[A ]| The Sex is cunning to conceal their Fires, 138:502,763[A ]| They would be forc'd, ev'n to their own Desires. 138:502,764[A ]| They seem t' accuse you, with a down-cast Sight, 138:502,765[A ]| But in their Souls confess you did them right. 138:502,766[A ]| Who might be forc'd, and yet untouch'd depart, 138:502,767[A ]| Thank with their Tongues, but curse you with their Heart. 138:502,768[A ]| Fair \Pho*ebe\ and her Sister did prefer, 138:502,769[A ]| To their dull Mates, the noble Ravisher. 138:502,770[A ]| What \Deidamia\ did, in Days of Yore, 138:502,771[A ]| The Tale is old, but worth the telling o'er. 138:502,772[A ]| When \Venus\ had the golden Apple gain'd, 138:502,773[A ]| And the just judge fair \Hellen\ had obtain'd: 138:502,774[A ]| When she with Triumph was at \Troy\ receiv'd, 138:502,775[A ]| The \Trojans\ joyful, while the \Grecians\ griev'd: 138:502,776[A ]| They vow'd Revenge of violated Laws, 138:502,777[A ]| And \Greece\ was arming in the Cuckold's Cause; 138:502,778[A ]| \Achilles\, by his Mother warn'd from War, 138:502,779[A ]| Disguis'd his Sex, and lurk'd among the Fair; 138:503,780[A ]| What means \Eacides\ to spin and sow? 138:503,781[A ]| With Spear, and Sword, in Field thy Valour show! 138:503,782[A ]| And leaving this, the Nobler \Pallas\ know. 138:503,783[A ]| Why dost thou in that Hand the Distaff wield, 138:503,784[A ]| Which is more worthy to sustain a Shield? 138:503,785[A ]| Or with that other draw the woolly Twine, 138:503,786[A ]| The same the Fates for \Hectors\ Thread assign? 138:503,787[A ]| Brandish thy Fauchion in thy pow'rful Hand, 138:503,788[A ]| Which can alone the pond'rous Lance command. 138:503,789[A ]| In the same Room by chance the Royal Maid 138:503,790[A ]| Was lodg'd, and, by his seeming Sex betray'd, 138:503,791[A ]| Close to her Side the Youthful Heroe laid. 138:503,792[A ]| I know not how his Courtship he began; 138:503,793[A ]| But, to her Cost, she found it was a Man. 138:503,794[A ]| 'Tis thought she struggl'd, but withal 'tis thought, 138:503,795[A ]| Her Wish was to be conquer'd, when she fought. 138:503,796[A ]| For when disclos'd, and hast'ning to the Field, 138:503,797[A ]| He laid his Distaff down, and took the Shield, 138:503,798[A ]| With Tears her humble Suit she did prefer; 138:503,799[A ]| And thought to stay the grateful Ravisher. 138:503,800[A ]| She sighs, she sobs, she begs him not to part, 138:503,801[A ]| And now 'tis Nature, what before was Art. 138:503,802[A ]| She strives by Force her Lover to detain, 138:503,803[A ]| And wishes to be ravish'd once again. 138:503,804[A ]| This is the Sex; they will not first begin, 138:503,805[A ]| But when compell'd, are pleas'd to suffer Sin. 138:503,806[A ]| Is there, who thinks that Women first should woo? 138:503,807[A ]| Lay by thy Self-Conceit, thou foolish Beau. 138:503,808[A ]| Begin, and save their Modesty the Shame; 138:503,809[A ]| 'Tis well for thee, if they receive thy Flame. 138:503,810[A ]| 'Tis decent for a Man to speak his Mind; 138:503,811[A ]| They but expect th' Occasion to be kind. 138:503,812[A ]| Ask, that thou may'st enjoy; she waits for this: 138:503,813[A ]| And on thy first Advance depends thy Bliss. 138:503,814[A ]| Ev'n \Jove\ himself was forc'd to sue for Love: 138:503,815[A ]| None of the Nymphs did first sollicit \Jove\. 138:504,816[A ]| But if you find your Pray'rs encrease her Pride, 138:504,817[A ]| Strike Sail awhile, and wait another Tide. 138:504,818[A ]| They fly when we pursue, but make Delay; 138:504,819[A ]| And when they see you slacken, they will stay. 138:504,820[A ]| Sometimes it profits to conceal your End; 138:504,821[A ]| Name not your*self her Lover, but her Friend. 138:504,822[A ]| How many skittish Girls have thus been caught! 138:504,823[A ]| He prov'd a Lover, who a Friend was thought. 138:504,824[A ]| Sailors by Sun and Wind are swarthy made; 138:504,825[A ]| A tann'd Complexion best becomes their Trade. 138:504,826[A ]| 'Tis a Disgrace to Ploughmen to be fair; 138:504,827[A ]| Bluff Cheeks they have, and weather-beaten Hair, 138:504,828[A ]| Th' ambitious Youth, who seeks an Olive Crown, 138:504,829[A ]| Is Sun-burnt, with his daily Toil, and brown; 138:504,830[A ]| But if the Lover hopes to be in Grace, 138:504,831[A ]| Wan be his Looks, and meager be his Face. 138:504,832[A ]| That Colour, from the Fair, Compassion draws; 138:504,833[A ]| She thinks you sick, and thinks her*self the Cause. 138:504,834[A ]| \Orion\ wander'd in the Woods for Love, 138:504,835[A ]| His Paleness did the Nymphs to Pity move; 138:504,826[A ]| His ghastly Visage argu'd hidden Love. 138:504,827[A ]| Nor fail a Night-Cap, in full Health, to wear; 138:504,838[A ]| Neglect thy Dress, and discompose thy Hair. 138:504,839[A ]| All things are decent, that in Love avail. 138:504,840[A ]| Read long by Night, and study to be pale. 138:504,841[A ]| Forsake your Food, refuse your needful Rest; 138:504,842[A ]| Be miserable, that you may be blest. 138:504,843[A ]| Shall I complain, or shall I warn you most? 138:504,844[A ]| Faith, Truth and Friendship, in the World are lost: 138:504,845[A ]| A little and an empty Name they boast. 138:504,846[A ]| Trust not thy Friend, much less thy Mistress praise; 138:504,847[A ]| If he believe, thou may'st a Rival raise. 138:504,848[A ]| 'Tis true, \Patroclus\, by no Lust miss-led, 138:504,849[A ]| Sought not to stain his dear Companion's Bed. 138:505,850[A ]| Nor \Pylades Hermione\ embrac'd 138:505,851[A ]| Ev'n \Pha*edra\ to \Perithous\ still was chaste. 138:505,852[A ]| But hope not thou, in this vile Age, 138:505,853[A ]| Those rare Examples of a faithful Mind. 138:505,854[A ]| The Sea shall sooner with sweet Hony flow; 138:505,855[A ]| Or, from the Furzes, Pears and Apples grow. 138:505,856[A ]| We Sin with Gust, we love by Fraud to gain; 138:505,857[A ]| And find a Pleasure in our Fellows Pain. 138:505,858[A ]| From Rival Foes you may the Fair defend: 138:505,859[A ]| But would you ward the Blow, beware your Friend. 138:505,860[A ]| Beware your Brother, and your next of Kin; 138:505,861[A ]| But from your Bosom Friend your Care begin 138:505,862[A ]| Here I had ended, but Experience finds, 138:505,863[A ]| That sundry Women are of sundry Minds; 138:505,864[A ]| With various Crochets fill'd, and hard to please, 138:505,865[A ]| They therefore must be caught by various Ways. 138:505,866[A ]| All things are not produc'd in any Soil, 138:505,867[A ]| This Ground for Wine is proper, that for Oil. 138:505,868[A ]| So 'tis in Men, but more in Women-kind: 138:505,869[A ]| Diff'rent in Face, in Manners, and in Mind. 138:505,870[A ]| But wise Men shift their Sails with ev'ry Wind: 138:505,871[A ]| As changeful \Proteus\ vary'd oft his Shape, 138:505,872[A ]| And did in sundry Forms and Figures 'scape; 138:505,873[A ]| A running Stream, a standing Tree became, 138:505,874[A ]| A roaring Lyon, or a bleating Lamb. 138:505,875[A ]| Some Fish with Harpons, some with Darts are struck, 138:505,876[A ]| Some drawn with Nets, some hang upon the Hook: 138:505,877[A ]| So turn thy*self; and, imitating them, 138:505,878[A ]| Try sev'ral Tricks, and change thy Stratagem. 138:505,879[A ]| One Rule will not, for diff'rent Ages, hold; 138:505,880[A ]| The Jades grow cunning, as they grow more old. 138:505,881[A ]| Then talk not Bawdy to the bashful Maid; 138:505,882[A ]| Bug Words will make her Innocence afraid. 138:505,883[A ]| Nor to an ign'rant Girl of Learning speak; 138:505,884[A ]| She thinks you conjure, when you talk in \Greek\.