306:184,000[' ]| 306:184,000[A ]| 306:184,000[A ]| 306:184,001[A ]| In all the World, which between Cadiz lies 306:184,002[A ]| And Eastern Ganges, few there are so wise 306:184,003[A ]| To know true Good from feign'd without all mist 306:184,004[A ]| Of Error. For, by Reasons Rule what is't 306:184,005[A ]| We fear or wish? what is't we e're begun 306:184,006[A ]| With foot so right, but we dislik'd it done? 306:184,007[A ]| Whole houses th' Easie Gods have overthrown 306:184,008[A ]| At their fond Pray'rs, that did the Houses own. 306:184,009[A ]| What hurts in Peace, in War what hurts we crave: 306:184,010[A ]| By flood of Speech, by Eloquence some have <10> 306:184,011[A ]| Procur'd their Ruine. One was spoil'd at length 306:184,012[A ]| By trusting to his wondrous Armes tried strength. 306:184,013[A ]| But more are choak'd by Gold with too much speed 306:184,014[A ]| And care stor'd up, which does as much exceed 306:184,015[A ]| All Patrimonies, as the British whale 306:184,016[A ]| The Dolphin. Whiles then Nero did prevail, 306:184,017[A ]| His whole dire Band of Souldiers did beset 306:184,018[A ]| Longinus, and the Rich Seneca's great 306:184,019[A ]| Gardens, and the brave Lateran's delight, 306:184,020[A ]| Rare Structures. Seldome did they Cock-lofts fright. <20> 306:184,021[A ]| If thou dost carry but a little Plate 306:184,022[A ]| By night, the Sword and long-staff thou fear'st straight. 306:185,023[A ]| A wagg'd Reeds shade by Moon-light terror brings; 306:185,024[A ]| Before a Theif, who travails empty, sings. 306:185,025[A ]| Our first desire 'tis to most shrines most known, 306:185,026[A ]| That our full wealth and store increase, that none 306:185,027[A ]| In the whole Forum have so large a Chest. 306:185,028[A ]| Who's poisned yet from Earthen Cups? But Best 306:185,029[A ]| It is, to fear That, when thy hand does hold 306:185,030[A ]| Gemm'd bowls, and Setine sparkling in large Gold. <30> 306:185,031[A ]| Dost thou not praise that wise man then, which still 306:185,032[A ]| Laugh'd, if he had put his foot but o're his Sill? 306:185,033[A ]| And th' other too, that wept? Yet at the Rout 306:185,034[A ]| Easie it is to Laugh-out a sterne Flout, 306:185,035[A ]| But strange, methinks, it is, th' other should Crie 306:185,036[A ]| Allways, and still find tears to fill his Eye! 306:185,037[A ]| Splenetical Democritus did make 306:185,038[A ]| His Lungs with a perpetual Laughter shake; 306:185,039[A ]| Though his rude Thracians never saw such things, 306:185,040[A ]| As Litters, Rods, Chairs, Robes for Lords and Kings. <40> 306:185,041[A ]| But had he seen a Praetor in a high 306:185,042[A ]| Chariot, i' th' dusty Circus, to ev'ry eye 306:185,043[A ]| Strut in Jove's Coat, and from his shoulders down 306:185,044[A ]| To trail a spreading rich-imbroyder'd Gown, 306:185,045[A ]| Large as Sarranian Tapestry! Or e're 306:185,046[A ]| Seen the Orbe of Crown, which no one neck can bear! 306:185,047[A ]| A Publick Servant sweats for't; who does ride 306:185,048[A ]| I' th' Consul's Chariot to abate his Pride. 306:185,049[A ]| Adde th' Eagle rais'd on Ivory Scepter; There 306:185,050[A ]| The Cornet-winders, Troops of Servants Here <50> 306:185,051[A ]| Marching before; At's bridle white-gown'd friends, 306:185,052[A ]| Whose Hope on's Doal, yet in His Chest attends. 306:185,053[A ]| Ev'n Then at ev'ry turn just cause, to flout 306:185,054[A ]| He found: whose Wisdom puts it beyond doubt, 306:185,055[A ]| That brave Men, great Examples, may sometimes 306:185,056[A ]| Be born 'mongst sheepish Dolts, and in gross Climes. 306:185,057[A ]| He jeer'd the People's Cares, and Joys, and Tears 306:185,058[A ]| Sometimes; At Fortune's threats he felt no Fears; 306:185,059[A ]| He sent a halter to her, and held out 306:185,060[A ]| The middle Finger. Wherefore the dull rout <60> 306:185,061[A ]| Craves what is Vain or Deadly: and thus bows, 306:185,062[A ]| Fixing with wax to the Gods knees such Vows! 306:185,063[A ]| Pow'r Subject to great Envy headlong throws 306:185,064[A ]| Some: Their branch'd Pages and extended rows 306:185,065[A ]| Of Honours, like a flood, their states quite swallow; 306:185,066[A ]| Down come their Statues and the Halter follow. 306:185,067[A ]| Then th' Axe their Chariot-wheels with banging stroak 306:185,068[A ]| Splits out, and their poor horses Legs are broke. 306:185,069[A ]| Hark, the Fires snap: the Rout's ador'd Head lacks 306:185,070[A ]| Nor Blast, nor Furnace: Huge Sejanus cracks! <70> 306:185,071[A ]| Of the worlds second Face are form'd strange matters, 306:185,072[A ]| Water-pots, Basons, Frying-Pans and Platters. 306:186,073@x | Crown'd be the doors with Bays! A Bull chalk-white 306:186,074@x | And large, led to Jove's Capitol! O sight! 306:186,075@x | Sejanus Dragg'd! O joy! His Lips, his wan 306:186,076@x | Face saw y'? Beleiv't I never lov'd the Man. 306:186,077@x | But, under what Crime fell he? who detected? 306:186,078@x | What signes? What witness was there? Quite neglected 306:186,079@x | These Questions are. A tedious Letter came 306:186,080@x | From Caprea. Oh, I aske no more of Fame. <80> 306:186,081[A ]| But now on whom does Remus his Rout waite? 306:186,082[A ]| Fortune leads them still: the condemn'd they Hate. 306:186,083[A ]| For, the same People, had but Nursia blest 306:186,084[A ]| Her Tuscan, and the Prince's Age oppress'd 306:186,085[A ]| Whiles then secure, had with rare change of Fate, 306:186,086[A ]| Proclaim'd Sejanus their Augustus straight. 306:186,087[A ]| For, since we sold no Suffrages, All live 306:186,088[A ]| Neglecting Cares; and They, which once did give 306:186,089[A ]| Th' Empire, Rods, Legions, all things, now contain 306:186,090[A ]| Themselves, and but two things strive to obtain, <90> 306:186,091[A ]| Bread and the Circus. 306:186,091@x | Many, I hear, must die! 306:186,092@x | 'Tis sure: our small Furnace breaths Flames! And my 306:186,093@x | Brutidius look'd half-pale, as me he met 306:186,094@x | At Mars his Altar! I'm afraid our Great 306:186,095@x | Ajax o'recome Revenge will take, as ill 306:186,096@x | Guarded! Lets run then straight, and with some skill, 306:186,097@x | Whiles on the bank he lies, on Caesars foe 306:186,098@x | Trample. But let our Servants eye too know 306:186,099@x | As much, least they deny't; and by the neck tie us, 306:186,100@x | Hale us before the Judge, and for life try us. <100> 306:186,101[A ]| These were the Speeches, which then pass'd about 306:186,102[A ]| Sejanus; These the whisp'rings of the Rout. 306:186,103[A ]| Would'st thou be now saluted like the Great 306:186,104[A ]| Sejanus? Have his Wealth? Give one the Seat 306:186,105[A ]| Of Justice, or an Army? Be th' Admir'd 306:186,106[A ]| Guardian to th' Prince with's Chaldy-Heard retir'd 306:186,107[A ]| To Caprea, his Court-Rock? Sure, you Band 306:186,108[A ]| Of Foote, your Darts, you would have; Nay command 306:186,109[A ]| The Horse-troops and Praetorian Camp! why, still 306:186,110[A ]| Wish this. They would have Pow'r, that would not kill. <110> 306:186,111[A ]| But what is of so rare and rich account, 306:186,112[A ]| Whose Evil does not still the Good surmount? 306:186,113[A ]| Would'st choose the dragg'd Sejanus's robe to wear, 306:186,114[A ]| Or Rule, at Gabis and Fidena, bear? 306:186,115[A ]| And at empty Ulubrae freely speak, 306:186,116[A ]| Though a course Edile, and false measures break? 306:186,117[A ]| What then he should have wish'd, thou dost confess 306:186,118[A ]| Sejanus knew not. For, whiles he did press 306:186,119[A ]| After too great Honours and wealth, his Fate 306:186,120[A ]| Rais'd but more stories in his Tow'r of State, <120> 306:186,121[A ]| Whence to a greater Ruine after all 306:186,122[A ]| With a huge Pitch-pole he was forc'd to fall. 306:187,123[A ]| The Crassi, the Pompeii, what o'rethrew? 306:187,124[A ]| Or Caesar, who the tam'd Quiritians drew 306:187,125[A ]| To's scourge? wast not High Place sought by the worst 306:187,126[A ]| Arts, and Great Vowes obtain'd of Heav'n and Curs'd? 306:187,127[A ]| To Ceres's Son-in-Law few Kings descend 306:187,128[A ]| Unslain; few Tyrants with a Dry death End. 306:187,129[A ]| Demosthenes or Tullie's Tongue and Fame 306:187,130[A ]| He craves all Pallas's Feast-days without Shame, <130> 306:187,131[A ]| Whose young three-farthings wit can scarce yet prate, 306:187,132[A ]| On whom a Keeper and small Satchel wait: 306:187,133[A ]| Yet both these Oratours fell by their Tongue; 306:187,134[A ]| From their exundant wit their Ruine sprung, 306:187,135[A ]| Wit chop'd off Tullie's Hand and Head: but ne're 306:187,136[A ]| Did Silly Lawyers blood the Pew besmear. 306:187,137@w | O Rome redeem'd, deem'd lost, yet Happy born, 306:187,138@w | When as thy Consul's Robes by me were worn. 306:187,139[A ]| He might have scorn'd Antonie's Sword, if still 306:187,140[A ]| He had writ no better. I'de write lines as ill, <140> 306:187,141[A ]| Rather then Thee, Divine Philippick, Bold 306:187,142[A ]| Though fam'd, which art, after the first, unroul'd. 306:187,143[A ]| He perish'd too, whose tongue Athens admir'd: 306:187,144[A ]| At whose curb the full Theater retir'd. 306:187,145[A ]| Yet was he born with adverse Gods and Fate, 306:187,146[A ]| Whom his course blear-eyed Father, that did wait 306:187,147[A ]| On glowing Ir'n and smoak sent from his trade, 306:187,148[A ]| From Coal, Tongs, Anvil, upon which are made 306:187,149[A ]| Good Swords; from all his black Vulcanian tools, 306:187,150[A ]| Upon the Rhetoricians fatal Schools. <150> 306:187,151[A ]| The spoils of War, a Coat of Mail fix'd high 306:187,152[A ]| On Trophie's Snags, a Beaver hanging by 306:187,153[A ]| One joint from a cleft Helmet, a Beam maim'd 306:187,154[A ]| Chariot, a Gallie's Flag by conquest sham'd, 306:187,155[A ]| And on High Arch, a drooping Captive, vain 306:187,156[A ]| Opinion counts a bliss more then Humane! 306:187,157[A ]| The Roman, Grecian, and Barbarian raise 306:187,158[A ]| Themselves to Toile and Danger for this Praise. 306:187,159[A ]| The thirst of Fame does so much more Infire 306:187,160[A ]| The Breast, then Vertue: which who does desire <160> 306:187,161[A ]| Without Reward? Yet former times can show 306:187,162[A ]| Kingdoms lost by the glory of a few, 306:187,163[A ]| Whose Aime was Titles, that should never die, 306:187,164[A ]| Fix'd on proud Tombs, wherein their ashes lie: 306:187,165[A ]| Which the wild Fig-tree yet, for all their State, 306:187,166[A ]| Shrewdly casts down; For, Tombs too have their Fate. 306:187,167[A ]| Weigh Hannibal: of's Dust how many pounds 306:187,168[A ]| Find ye? To him yet Africk yields not bounds: 306:187,169[A ]| On whose West-shoar th' Atlantick waves do beat 306:187,170[A ]| The Eastern stretching-out to Nilus's Heat; <170> 306:187,171[A ]| To Ethiopia's Inhabitants 306:187,172[A ]| It runs too, and to th' other Elephants. 306:188,173[A ]| He adds Spain; Next, the Pyreneans show 306:188,174[A ]| Him way: Nature opposes th' Alpes and Snow. 306:188,175[A ]| He digs through Rocks; with Vinegar he eats 306:188,176[A ]| Through Mountains. Now in Italy he seats 306:188,177[A ]| Himself; and yet ev'n There more must be won: 306:188,178@w | Nothing, alas, 306:188,178[A ]| says he, 306:188,178@w | is yet done, 306:188,179@w | Unless our Punick Pow'r forcing Rome's Gates 306:188,180@w | In their Suburra on our Ensigne waits. <180> 306:188,181[A ]| O goodly Face and Picture! A one-Eyed 306:188,182[A ]| Gen'ral does a Getulian Beast bestride! 306:188,183[A ]| Well, what's his End? O Glory! A Defeat 306:188,184[A ]| He has! Flies into Exile! There this Great 306:188,185[A ]| Strange Client waits at Court his Moan to make, 306:188,186[A ]| When the Bythinian Tyrant's pleas'd to wake. 306:188,187[A ]| Yet, neither Swords, nor Stones, nor Arrows can 306:188,188[A ]| Drive this tumultuous Soul from this Wild Man: 306:188,189[A ]| But That, which just revenge at last did bring, 306:188,190[A ]| For so much blood at Cannae shed, That Ring. <190> 306:188,191[A ]| Go Mad-man; Pass the dire Alpes; to please fools! 306:188,192[A ]| To be a Declamation for the Schools! 306:188,193[A ]| To the Pellean youth one worlds small Ground; 306:188,194[A ]| Poor wretch, he Sweats in the worlds narrow bound; 306:188,195[A ]| As if Gyarian Rocks inclos'd him, or small 306:188,196[A ]| Seriphos. Yet when Babylons brick-wall 306:188,197[A ]| He enters, a Tomb serves him. 'Tis made known, 306:188,198[A ]| What Dwarfs our bodies are, by Death alone. 306:188,199[A ]| Men once beleiv'd, Athos was sail'd about, 306:188,200[A ]| And all that lying Greece dares story-out; <200> 306:188,201[A ]| That those Ships pav'd the firm Sea, which did bear 306:188,202[A ]| Chariot-wheels. We believe deep Rivers were 306:188,203[A ]| Drunk up and dried, whiles the Mede din'd; Nay, things 306:188,204[A ]| Which Sostratus does chaunt with moistned wings. 306:188,205[A ]| How yet left the Barbarian Salamine, 306:188,206[A ]| Whose whips once made Corus and Eurus whine? 306:188,207[A ]| Such in th' Aeolian Dungeon they ne're found; 306:188,208[A ]| Earth-shaking Neptune too his Shackels bound. 306:188,209[A ]| 'Twas well he Stigmatiz'd him not. What God 306:188,210[A ]| Would be at such a frantick Masters Nod? <210> 306:188,211[A ]| But how return'd he? Ev'n in one small boat 306:188,212[A ]| Through shoals of Carcasses, which still did float 306:188,213[A ]| In waves of blood; His prow was almost tir'd. 306:188,214[A ]| Loe, the Reward of Glory so desir'd! 306:188,215[A ]| Give length of Life, O Jove, give many years; 306:188,216[A ]| With face direct, This only, pale with fears, 306:188,217[A ]| Thou begg'st. Yet what continual Ills, how strange, 306:188,218[A ]| Greive Age? Chiefly a Face, by deform'd change, 306:188,219[A ]| Unlike it self! No Skin, but a foul Hide 306:188,220[A ]| Behold! Bagg'd cheeks, with wrinkles deep and wide! <220> 306:188,221[A ]| In Tabracha's large Shades a Gran'ame-Ape 306:188,222[A ]| Just such in her old mumping cheek does scrape. 306:189,223[A ]| Young men do differ much: Some are more Fair 306:189,224[A ]| Then others; Some then some far stronger are. 306:189,225[A ]| There's but one Face of Age! Limb and Voice grows 306:189,226[A ]| Feeble; Th' Head's bald: Moist is the Baby-Nose. 306:189,227[A ]| With Gums disarm'd, alas, their bread they press; 306:189,228[A ]| Wife, Children, and themselves they do distress: 306:189,229[A ]| They'd tire the Soother Cossus. Wine and Meat 306:189,230[A ]| Yiled not the Palate th' old delight and heat. <230> 306:189,231[A ]| Lust they long since forgot: which would'st thou know 306:189,232[A ]| Now, yet a broken belly would say, No. 306:189,233[A ]| No Art or Time repairs thee. When the true 306:189,234[A ]| Moisture of Life is gone, can'st hope for new, 306:189,235[A ]| Now Sick and Old? we justly do suspect 306:189,236[A ]| Such as do pleasure without strength affect. 306:189,237[A ]| Behold the loss now of another part; 306:189,238[A ]| For what delight is there from Voice and Art 306:189,239[A ]| Of rare Musitian, though Seleucus 'twere, 306:189,240[A ]| Or such as use th' Imbroider'd Cloak to wear. <240> 306:189,241[A ]| In the large Theater he needs no choice 306:189,242[A ]| Of Seat: he scarce can hear Cornets, or the voice 306:189,243[A ]| Of Trumpets. Loud they bawl, to make him know, 306:189,244[A ]| Who's at his door, or how the hours do go. 306:189,245[A ]| In his cold Veins the little blood's ne're hot 306:189,246[A ]| Without a Feaver. All Diseases got 306:189,247[A ]| Into one band do dance about him: though, 306:189,248[A ]| If you inquire their names, I'le sooner show 306:189,249[A ]| How many Adult'rers Hippia had; how many 306:189,250[A ]| Sick in one Autumne Themison did bane ye: <250> 306:189,251[A ]| How many Associates Basilus disseated: 306:189,252[A ]| How many woeful Wards rich Irus cheated: 306:189,253[A ]| How many Towns he owns who went snip, snip, 306:189,254[A ]| As his quick Sizzers my young beard did clip. 306:189,255[A ]| One's Shoulders weak; another's Loins: One Cries 306:189,256[A ]| Out on his Hip. He has lost both his Eies, 306:189,257[A ]| And Envies those, that have one left; This lingers, 306:189,258[A ]| And his pale lips take food from others fingers. 306:189,259[A ]| At sight of Meat, one with mouth drawn awry, 306:189,260[A ]| Like the young Swallow yawnes, to whom does fly <260> 306:189,261[A ]| The hungry dam with food in mouth. Yet, then 306:189,262[A ]| All loss of limb, far worse is Dotage; when 306:189,263[A ]| One does forget his Servants Names, A known 306:189,264[A ]| Friends Face, that Supp'd with bhim last night; his own 306:189,265[A ]| Children, whom he has long brought up. For by 306:189,266[A ]| A Cruel Will, These he does quite deny 306:189,267[A ]| To be his Heirs: his State is all conveigh'd 306:189,268[A ]| To Phiale, so far he's oversway'd 306:189,269[A ]| By th' Art of her Rank Tongue. She long did use 306:189,270[A ]| To serve in the fit Prison of the Stews. <270> 306:189,271[A ]| But though the sense and wit be still intire, 306:189,272[A ]| Yet must they Bury Children; see the Fire 306:190,273[A ]| Of their Lov'd Wife and Brother; view they must 306:190,274[A ]| Urnes fill'd with their dear Sister's Bones and Dust. 306:190,275[A ]| Thus are they punish'd, that live long! Still new 306:190,276[A ]| Slaughter does in their House the Old insue. 306:190,277[A ]| 'Midst Plaints and daily greif this they behold; 306:190,278[A ]| And thus still in Fresh Mourning weeds grow old! 306:190,279[A ]| The Pylian King (may Homers Great word go) 306:190,280[A ]| Was for long life next Pattern to the Crow. <280> 306:190,281[A ]| Happy, no doubt, that could so long withstand 306:190,282[A ]| Death, and now count his years on his right hand! 306:190,283[A ]| That drunk so oft new wine! Yet hear his strain 306:190,284[A ]| A little, hoe of Fate he does complain, 306:190,285[A ]| And his Life's Threed too long, when he saw stout 306:190,286[A ]| Antilochus his Beard burn! He cries out 306:190,287[A ]| To's friends, 306:190,287@w | why Live I still? 306:190,287[A ]| And askes in rage, 306:190,288[A ]| What Crime condemn'd him to so long an Age? 306:190,289[A ]| Peleus his dead Achilles thus bewails: 306:190,290[A ]| And He that Mourns, whiles his Ulysses Sails. <290> 306:190,291[A ]| Had Troy stood, Priamus with happy fate 306:190,292[A ]| Had come to Assaracus his Ghost in State, 306:190,293[A ]| Hector and's Brothers clad in sad attire 306:190,294[A ]| Bearing the Body to its fun'ral fire, 306:190,295[A ]| 'Midst th' Ilians Tears; Cassandra first had lent 306:190,296[A ]| Cries, then Polyxena her Robe had rent: 306:190,297[A ]| Had he but died, e're Paris had begun 306:190,298[A ]| To build bold Ships, by which Troy was undone! 306:190,299[A ]| What Good then brought his Age? His Age saw All 306:190,300[A ]| O'return'd by Fire and Sword, Great Asia's Fall! <300> 306:190,301[A ]| The Crown lay'd by, his Age more Arm'd then Bold, 306:190,302[A ]| Before Jove's Altar falls, like Oxe grown old; 306:190,303[A ]| Which to his Masters knife, his weak neck now 306:190,304[A ]| Holds out, now scorn'd by the ungrateful Plough! 306:190,305[A ]| Yet died he like a man: but his wife, which 306:190,306[A ]| Out-liv'd him, grin'd and bark'd like a grim bitch. 306:190,307[A ]| I hast unto our Own, and here omit 306:190,308[A ]| The Pontick King, and Crassus taught just wit 306:190,309[A ]| By Sweet-tongu'd Solon, who said, still attend 306:190,310[A ]| In long Life not the Glory, but the End. <310> 306:190,311[A ]| The Exile, Poison, and Minturnian Moor, 306:190,312[A ]| The Bread at Conquer'd Carthage begg'd by poor 306:190,313[A ]| Marius, drew hence their Cause. What thing more blest 306:190,314[A ]| Had Nature e're produc'd, or Rome at best, 306:190,315[A ]| Then that brave Man, if having led about 306:190,316[A ]| In all the Pomp of War his Captive-Rout, 306:190,317[A ]| H' had breath'd-out his rich Soul, when he intended 306:190,318[A ]| From his Teutonic Chariot to have descended? 306:190,319[A ]| Campania's Providence on Pompey threw 306:190,320[A ]| A happy Feaver: but the Fates withdrew, <320> 306:190,321[A ]| Great Venus so wrought; till Rome's and his own Dread 306:190,322[A ]| Fortune chop'd-off his Sav'd and Conquer'd Head. 306:191,323[A ]| Lentulus and Cethegus such divorce 306:191,324[A ]| Ne're knew; Catiline lay an intire coarse. 306:191,325[A ]| At Venus's shrine a careful Mother's proud 306:191,326[A ]| Hope begs, for Sons softly, for girles aloud, 306:191,327[A ]| Choice Shape. O choice Desires! 306:191,327@v | Ne're blame my Pray'r, 306:191,328[A ]| Says she, 306:191,328@v | Latona's glad Diana's fair. 306:191,329[A ]| Lucretia yet forbids to wish a Face 306:191,330[A ]| Like hers. Virginia would exchange her grace <330> 306:191,331[A ]| Of shape for Rutila's bunch-back. A lad 306:191,332[A ]| Too fair still makes his fearful Parents sad. 306:191,333[A ]| Beauty with Chastity so rarely goes! 306:191,334[A ]| Though a Course House such holy manners shows, 306:191,335[A ]| As once did grace the Sabine Dames! Nay, though 306:191,336[A ]| Kind Nature with a bounteous hand bestow 306:191,337[A ]| Chast Disposition and a modest Face 306:191,338[A ]| Warm with a Blush; (For, what more Noble grace 306:191,339[A ]| Can Nature's greatest Pow'r to Youth impart, 306:191,340[A ]| Nature above all Guardians Care and Art?) <340> 306:191,341[A ]| They are not suffer'd to be Men! Rich Lust 306:191,342[A ]| Dares bribe the Parents! Guifts they so much trust! 306:191,343[A ]| A shape-less Lad no Tyrant e're did make 306:191,344[A ]| His dear Court-Eunuch: Nero did not take 306:191,345[A ]| A Noble Club-foot-stripling; ne're contract 306:191,346[A ]| With one throat-swol'n, gor-bellied, or Crump-back'd. 306:191,347[A ]| Go now, rejoice in thy fair Son, on whom 306:191,348[A ]| Worse dangers wait. E're long he shall become 306:191,349[A ]| A Publick Stallion, and such vengeance fear 306:191,350[A ]| As th' Husbands rage exacts. For, he shall ne're <350> 306:191,351[A ]| More scape the Net then Mars, by Luck or Wit. 306:191,352[A ]| That Greif sometimes Acts more, then Law thinks fit. 306:191,353[A ]| This the Sword kills: on bloody whips that venters, 306:191,354[A ]| And some Adult'rers the quick Mullet enters. 306:191,355[A ]| But thy Endymion shall love only some 306:191,356[A ]| Choice Dame; But when Servilia's guift doth come, 306:191,357[A ]| He'l please whom he Loves Not. Then Jewels go; 306:191,358[A ]| On such moist Youth what will they not bestow? 306:191,359[A ]| A Hippia or Catulla let he be: 306:191,360[A ]| In this point yet the worst of them is Free. <360> 306:191,361[A ]| Does shape yet hurt the Chaste? Good it did none 306:191,362[A ]| T' Hippolitus and grave Bellerophon. 306:191,363[A ]| The repuls'd Cretian Phaedra's blood straight flow'd 306:191,364[A ]| To a Blush; and Sthenobaea no less glow'd. 306:191,365[A ]| Both shook themselves to wrath. The womans spight 306:191,366[A ]| Is worst, when Shame too does their Hate excite. 306:191,367[A ]| Choose what thou would'st advise Him, whom the Great 306:191,368[A ]| Empress resolves to Marry. This so Neat, 306:191,369[A ]| Good, Noble youth is hal'd, poor wretch, to Fate, 306:191,370[A ]| By Messalina's Eies. She Dress'd does wait <370> 306:191,371[A ]| In Crimson veil; The Tyrian Marriage-Bed 306:191,372[A ]| Is in the open Gardens richly spread. 306:192,373[A ]| Ten hundred thousand Sesterces, as due 306:192,374[A ]| Portion by Ancient Rite, she'l make good too. 306:192,375[A ]| The Sooth-sayer, with those that Seal, attends. 306:192,376[A ]| This thou thought'st known but to some trusty friends. 306:192,377[A ]| She'l Marry in all Form. Now advise right: 306:192,378[A ]| Unless he yields, he dies e're Candle-light. 306:192,379[A ]| If thou commit'st the Crime, the Delay's small: 306:192,380[A ]| Till the Facts known to Rome, Rout, Prince and all. <380> 306:192,381[A ]| The shame of's House He shall know last: mean-while 306:192,382[A ]| Obey; unless a few days life seems vile. 306:192,383[A ]| Choose yet the best, thy judgment can afford, 306:192,384[A ]| This fair, white Neck must feel the sharp-edg'd Sword. 306:192,385[A ]| Shall men then Ask for Nothing? If thou'lt Sway 306:192,386[A ]| Thy thoughts by mine, leave't to the Gods to weigh 306:192,387[A ]| What to us for our Good they may commit: 306:192,388[A ]| They'l give, not things that Please, but things most Fit. 306:192,389[A ]| To them Man's dearer, then to Himself. By strong 306:192,390[A ]| Passions and blind Desires we led along <390> 306:192,391[A ]| Ask Wife and Children: But before we crave, 306:192,392[A ]| They know what Wife and Children we shall have. 306:192,393[A ]| Yet that thou may'st ask somewhat, and so bow 306:192,394[A ]| At their dread Shrines, and choicest entrals vow 306:192,395[A ]| With a white Hoggs pure Sasages, still crave 306:192,396[A ]| In a sound Body, a sound Mind, so brave 306:192,397[A ]| That Death ne're daunt it; that does Death account 306:192,398[A ]| 'Mongst Natures Favours, and all Greif surmount; 306:192,399[A ]| That knows no Anger, nor Desire; And more 306:192,400[A ]| Esteems of Hercules his Cures and Soar <400> 306:192,401[A ]| Task, then of Love-sports, Feasts and the down 306:192,402[A ]| Sardanapalus Laz'd on. This renown 306:192,403[A ]| Thy self may'st give thy self without more strife. 306:192,404[A ]| Vertue's the only Path to a Quiet Life. 306:192,405[A ]| The Gods are All Ours, if we're wise: but we 306:192,406[A ]| O Fortune, 'mongst the Pow'rs Divine place Thee!