302:01,000[' ]| 302:01,000[' ]| 302:01,001[A ]| There is a bawd renowned in Venus wars, 302:01,002[A ]| And dreadful still with honourable scars: 302:01,003[A ]| Her youth and beauty, craft and guile supply 302:01,004[A ]| Sworn foe to all degrees of chastity. 302:01,005[A ]| Dypsas who first taught love-sick maids the way 302:01,006[A ]| To cheat the bridegroom on the wedding day. 302:01,007[A ]| And then a hundred subtle tricks devised, 302:01,008[A ]| Wherewith the amorous theft might be disguised. 302:01,009[A ]| Of pigeons-blood, squeezed from the panting heart, 302:01,010[A ]| With surfeit-water to contract the part, 302:01,011[A ]| She knows the use: whilst the good man betrayed, 302:01,012[A ]| With eager arms hugs the false bleeding maid. 302:01,013[A ]| Of herbs and spells she tries the guilty force, 302:01,014[A ]| The poison of a mare that goes to horse. 302:01,015[A ]| Cleaving the midnight air upon a switch, 302:01,016[A ]| Some for a bawd, most take her for a witch. 302:01,017[A ]| Each morning sees her reeling to her bed, 302:01,018[A ]| Her native blue o'ercome with drunken red. 302:01,019[A ]| Her ready tongue ne'er wants an useful lie, 302:01,020[A ]| Soft moving words, nor charming flattery. 302:01,021[A ]| Thus I o'erheard her to my Lucia speak, 302:01,022@b | Young Damon's heart wilt thou for*ever break? 302:01,023@b | He long has loved thee, and by me he sends 302:01,024@b | To learn thy motions, which he still attends. 302:01,025@b | If to the park thou go, the plays are ill; 302:01,026@b | If to the plays, he thinks the air would kill. 302:01,027@b | The other day he gazed upon thy face, 302:01,028@b | As he would grow a statue in the place; 302:01,029@b | And who in deed has not? like a new star, 302:01,030@b | Beauty like thine strikes wonders from afar. 302:01,031@b | Alas, methinks thou art ill dressed to*night, 302:01,032@b | This point's too poor; thy necklace is not right. 302:01,033@b | This gown was by some botching taylor made, 302:01,034@b | It spoils thy shape; this Fucus is ill laid. 302:01,035@b | Hear me, and be as happy as thou'rt fair, 302:01,036@b | Damon is rich and what thou wantst can spare. 302:01,037@b | Like thine his face, like thine his Eyes are thought, 302:01,038@b | Would he not buy, he might himself be bought. 302:01,039[A ]| Fair Lucia blushed; it is a sign of grace, 302:01,040[A ]| Dypsas replied, 302:01,040@b | that red becomes thy face. 302:01,041@b | All lovers now by what they give are weighed, 302:01,042@b | And she is best beloved that is best paid. 302:01,043@b | The sunburnt Latines, in old Tatius reign, 302:01,044@b | Did to one man perhaps their love restrain. 302:01,045@b | Venus in her Aeneas city rules, 302:01,046@b | And all adore her deity, but fools. 302:01,047@b | Go on, ye fair, chaste only let such live, 302:01,048@b | As none will ask, and know not how to give. 302:01,049@b | How prettily you frown! But I'll speak on, 302:01,050@b | Hear me, another day 'twill be your own. 302:01,051@b | Virtuous Penelope is said t'have tried, 302:01,052@b | With a strong bow, each lusty lover's side. 302:01,053@b | Nor did Lucretia kill herself for rage, 302:01,054@b | But love of Tarquin, in that colder age. 302:01,055@b | To the young prince she vowed, ne'er more to join 302:01,056@b | In dull embraces with her Collatine. 302:01,057@b | To keep her word she died ~~ 302:01,058@b | Life steals away, and our best hours are gone, 302:01,059@b | E'er the true use, or worth of them, be known. 302:01,060@b | Things long neglected of themselves decay, 302:01,061@b | What we forbear time rudely makes his prey. 302:01,062@b | Beauty is best preserved by exercise, 302:01,063@b | Nor for that task can one or few suffice. 302:01,064@b | Wouldst thou grow rich, thou must from many take; 302:01,065@b | From one 'twere hard continually to rake. 302:01,066@b | Without new gowns, and coaches, who can live? 302:01,067@b | What does thy poet, but new verses give? 302:01,068@b | A poet, the last thing that earth does breed, 302:01,069@b | Whose wit, for sixpence, any one may read. 302:01,070@b | Him that will give, to Homer I prefer, 302:01,071@b | To give is an ingenious thing I swear. 302:01,072@b | Despise not any can a present make, 302:01,073@b | It matters not from whom, but what we take. 302:01,074@b | Nor with the sound of titles be thou caught, 302:01,075@b | For nothing can with empty names be bought. 302:01,076@b | Hang the poor lover, and his pedigree, 302:01,077@b | The thriving merchant, or fat judge give me. 302:01,078@b | If any beardless stripling ask a night, 302:01,079@b | And think thee paid with mutual delight; 302:01,080@b | Bid him go earn thy price among the men, 302:01,081@b | And when he has it, come to thee again. 302:01,082@b | Love truly none, but seem in love with all, 302:01,083@b | And at old friends to thy new lover rail. 302:01,084@b | Sometimes deny, 'twill appetite procure; 302:01,085@b | The sharp-set hawks will stoop to any lure. 302:01,086@b | Then grant again, lest he a habit get 302:01,087@b | Of living from thee, but be sure thou let 302:01,088@b | No empty lover in: murmur sometimes, 302:01,089@b | And as first hurt, reproach him with thy crimes. 302:01,090@b | Seem jealous, when thou'st been thy self to blame, 302:01,091@b | 'Twill stop his mouth, if thou the first complain. 302:01,092@b | All thou hast done be ready to forswear, 302:01,093@b | For lovers' oaths fair Venus has no ear, 302:01,094@b | Whilst he is with thee, let some woman bring 302:01,095@b | Some Indian stuff, or foreign precious thing; 302:01,096@b | Which thou must say thou wantst, and he must buy, 302:01,097@b | Though for it six months hence in gaol he lie. 302:01,098@b | Thy mother, sister, brother, and thy nurse, 302:01,099@b | Must have a pull each at thy lover's purse. 302:01,100@b | Let him from rivals never be secure, 302:01,101@b | That hope once gone, love will not long endure. 302:01,102@b | Show him the presents by those rivals sent, 302:01,103@b | So shall his bounty thy request prevent. 302:01,104@b | When he will give no more, ask him to lend, 302:01,105@b | If he wants money, find a trusting Friend. 302:01,106@b | Get hangings, cabinets, a looking-glass, 302:01,107@b | Of any*thing for which his word will pass. 302:01,108@b | Practise these rules, thou'lt find the benefit; 302:01,109@b | I lost my beauty e'er I got this wit. 302:01,110[A ]| I at that word stepped from behind the door, 302:01,111[A ]| And scarce my nails from her thin cheeks forbore. 302:01,112[A ]| Her few grey hairs in rage I vowed to pull. 302:01,113[A ]| And thrust her drunken eyes into her skull. 302:01,114[A ]| Poor in a dungeon's bottom mayst thou rot, 302:01,115[A ]| Die with a blow with thy beloved pot, 302:01,116[A ]| No brandy and eternal thirst thy lot.