302:01,000@@@@@| 302:01,000[' ]| 302:01,000[' ]| 302:01,001[A ]| There is a bawd renowned in$4$ 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$4$ all degrees of chastity. 302:01,005[A ]| Dypsas who$6#1$ first taught love-sick maids the way 302:01,006[A ]| To$9$ cheat the bridegroom on$4$ 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$9$ 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$6#1$ goes to$4$ horse. 302:01,015[A ]| Cleaving the midnight air upon$4$ a switch, 302:01,016[A ]| Some for$4$ a bawd, most take her for$4$ a witch. 302:01,017[A ]| Each morning sees her reeling to$4$ 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$4$ 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$4$ me he sends 302:01,024@b | To$9$ learn thy motions, which$6#1$ he still attends. 302:01,025@b | If to$4$ the park thou go, the plays are ill; 302:01,026@b | If to$4$ the plays, he thinks the air would kill. 302:01,027@b | The other day he gazed upon$4$ thy face, 302:01,028@b | As he would grow a statue in$4$ the place; 302:01,029@b | And who$7$ in$4$ deed has not? like$4$ a new star, 302:01,030@b | Beauty like$4$ thine strikes wonders from afar. 302:01,031@b | Alas, methinks thou art ill dressed to*night, 302:01,032@b | This point is too poor; thy necklace is not right. 302:01,033@b | This gown was by$4$ 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$4$ thine his face, like$4$ 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$6#2$ red becomes thy face. 302:01,041@b | All lovers now by$4$ what they give are weighed, 302:01,042@b | And she is best beloved that$6#1$ is best paid. 302:01,043@b | The sunburnt Latines, in$4$ old Tatius reign, 302:01,044@b | Did to$4$ one man perhaps their love restrain. 302:01,045@b | Venus in$4$ her Aeneas city rules, 302:01,046@b | And all adore her deity, but fools. 302:01,047@b | Go on$5$, ye fair, chaste only let such live, 302:01,048@b | As none will$1$ ask, and know not how to$9$ give. 302:01,049@b | How prettily you frown! But I will$1$ speak on$5$, 302:01,050@b | Hear me, another day it will$1$ be your own. 302:01,051@b | Virtuous Penelope is said to$9$ 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$4$ rage, 302:01,054@b | But love of Tarquin, in$4$ that$6#2$ colder age. 302:01,055@b | To$4$ the young prince she vowed, ne'er more to$9$ join 302:01,056@b | In$4$ dull embraces with her Collatine. 302:01,057@b | To$9$ 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$4$ exercise, 302:01,063@b | Nor for$4$ that$6#2$ 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 it were hard continually to$9$ rake. 302:01,066@b | Without new gowns, and coaches, who$7$ can live? 302:01,067@b | What does thy poet, but new verses give? 302:01,068@b | A poet, the last thing that$6#1$ earth does breed, 302:01,069@b | Whose wit, for$4$ sixpence, any*one may read. 302:01,070@b | Him that$6#1$ will$1$ give, to$4$ Homer I prefer, 302:01,071@b | To$9$ 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$3$ 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$4$ thee again. 302:01,082@b | Love truly none, but seem in$4$ love with all, 302:01,083@b | And at old friends to$4$ thy new lover rail. 302:01,084@b | Sometimes deny, it will$1$ appetite procure; 302:01,085@b | The sharp-set hawks will$1$ stoop to$4$ 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$2$ empty lover in$5$: murmur sometimes, 302:01,089@b | And as first hurt, reproach him with thy crimes. 302:01,090@b | Seem jealous, when thou hast been thy self to$9$ blame, 302:01,091@b | It will$1$ stop his mouth, if thou the first complain. 302:01,092@b | All thou hast done be ready to$9$ forswear, 302:01,093@b | For$4$ lovers' oaths fair Venus has no$2$ 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$6#1$ thou must say thou wantst, and he must buy, 302:01,097@b | Though for$4$ it six months hence in$4$ 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$6#2$ hope once gone, love will$1$ not long endure. 302:01,102@b | Show him the presents by$4$ those rivals sent, 302:01,103@b | So$3$ shall his bounty thy request prevent. 302:01,104@b | When he will$1$ give no$2$ more, ask him to$9$ 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$4$ which$6#1$ his word will$1$ 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$6#2$ 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$4$ rage I vowed to$9$ pull. 302:01,113[A ]| And thrust her drunken eyes into her skull. 302:01,114[A ]| Poor in$4$ a dungeon's bottom mayst thou rot, 302:01,115[A ]| Die with a blow with thy beloved pot, 302:01,116[A ]| No$2$ brandy and eternal thirst thy lot.