512:01,000@@@@@| 512:01,000[' ]| 512:01,000[' ]| 512:01,000[' ]| 512:01,000[' ]| 512:01,000[' ]| 512:01,001[E ]| Hail sacred Cynthia! mutable, but chaste 512:01,002[E ]| As the cold Air by$4$ which$6#1$ thou art embraced, 512:01,003[E ]| Changing thy Shape as often as thy Stations 512:01,004[E ]| With new Disguises and false Assignations; 512:01,005[E ]| Or hid in$4$ an Eclipse's Vizard-Mask, 512:01,006[E ]| Thou cheatest the Gods in$4$ Love's laborious Task. 512:01,007[E ]| Mother of calmest Thoughts and sacred Dreams, 512:01,008[E ]| The Earths best neighbour, lending thy kind beams 512:01,009[E ]| To$4$ plants, to$4$ beasts to$4$ men, to$4$ grounds, and streams, 512:01,010[E ]| Without whose Influence not a Hair grows well, 512:01,011[E ]| Nor spire of Grass, nor Blood, nor Waves can swell; 512:01,012[E ]| Parent of temperate Passions still allayed 512:01,013[E ]| By$4$ thy decrease, as by$4$ thy fullness made. 512:01,014[F ]| Falsely believed Sol's Sister, thou art his Wife 512:01,015[F ]| Impregnated with fertile Worlds of Life, 512:01,016[F ]| Breeding or teeming still, and bringest to$4$ his Bed 512:01,017[F ]| A new Face every day, a monthly Maiden-head. 512:01,018[F ]| Sol that$6#1$ delights in$4$ chaste Polygamy, 512:01,019[F ]| Casts fruitful Beams on$4$ Tellus, and on$4$ thee. 512:01,020[F ]| Contented Wives the Earth, and Moon repay 512:01,021[F ]| Light to$4$ each other from their Husband's Ray. 512:01,022[F ]| Chaste Relict of the Sun! thou weepest his Fate 512:01,023[F ]| In$4$ dewy Tears, and makest him lie in$4$ State: 512:01,024[F ]| Thy heavenly Hall with Blacks and Lamps adorning 512:01,025[F ]| Hid at his Resurrection in$4$ the Morning, 512:01,026[F ]| Thy Splendour to$4$ thy Husband's Beams resigning, 512:01,027[F ]| And humbly in$4$ his Absence only shining. 512:01,028[F ]| Proceed, Great Queen, to$4$ thy divine Intent, 512:01,029[F ]| Preserve this Loyal Wife, and Crimes prevent. 512:01,030[F ]| Sweeping with gentle Gales the Cyprian Coast, 512:01,031[F ]| I blow some Whispers from the heavenly Host. 512:01,032[F ]| Hermes and Venus were in$4$ Consultation 512:01,033[F ]| Upon$4$ their flight to$4$ the All-conquering Nation. 512:01,034[F ]| It is time some powerful God should mischiefs stay, 512:01,035[F ]| When Love and Eloquence are on$4$ their way. 512:01,036[G ]| Now thrice seven times, since my Increase, have I 512:01,037[G ]| Walked round the sleeping World in$4$ watchful Sky, 512:01,038[G ]| And summoned all my twinkling Spies to$9$ know 512:01,039[G ]| The effects of Passions they impressed below, 512:01,040[G ]| (Where we sow joys, and griefs, and hopes, and fears, 512:01,041[G ]| As men sow Herbs and Flowers in$4$ their Parterres, 512:01,042[G ]| For$4$ Physic some, some planted for$4$ Delight, 512:01,043[G ]| (And happy those that$6#1$ know to$9$ use them right,) 512:01,044[G ]| But have not found a Mortal so$5#1$ oppressed. 512:01,045[G ]| Honour pursued, and panting in$4$ the Breast 512:01,046[G ]| Of this bright spotless Dame, now takes some rest. 512:01,047[G ]| Well done, good Somnus, powerfully repair 512:01,048[G ]| With thy chaste Opiates that$6#2$ weighty Care, 512:01,049[G ]| That$6#2$ friendly Foe frail Women can not spare. 512:01,050[G ]| Ah lovely Face! which$6#1$ justly might excuse 512:01,051[G ]| Thy Prince, if he did beg for$4$ a Refuse, 512:01,052[G ]| And tempt thee to$4$ the Glory to$9$ deny, 512:01,053[G ]| For$3$ Virtue brighter shines than Sol, or I; 512:01,054[G ]| But he would uncontrolled do all like$4$ us, 512:01,055[G ]| Poor Titular God, and envies Maximus. 512:01,056[G ]| Too happy Maximus! could Fortune stay, 512:01,057[G ]| And from those dangerous heights not roll away: 512:01,058[G ]| Great Joys are to$9$ be feared for$4$ their Allay. 512:01,059[G ]| But Virtue, Fortune's Queen, preserves entire 512:01,060[G ]| Eternal Rules; bold mortals that$6#1$ inquire, 512:01,061[G ]| Curiously stirring up$5$, put out the holy Fire. 512:01,062[G ]| Safe in$4$ those Laws, Lucina, might thou rest 512:01,063[G ]| With mutual Love, Virtue's best safeguard blest: 512:01,064[G ]| But Man, that$6#2$ compound Mortal's never secure, 512:01,065[G ]| Whilst Souls are sleepy, and the Flesh impure. 512:01,000[' ]| (Throws down Lilies ) 512:01,066[G ]| Here, take these Lilies, armed for$4$ thy defence 512:01,067[G ]| As white and cold as Snow or Innocence 512:01,068[G ]| Steeped in$4$ the Ice-house of the River Styx, 512:01,069[G ]| Where Jove drinks Healths to$4$ strangers when they mix 512:01,070[G ]| With heavenly Beings,and must cease to$9$ know 512:01,071[G ]| The uneasy Joys of the poor World below. 512:01,072[G ]| Sleep on$5$, fair Saint, with heavenly Visions blest, 512:01,073[G ]| Let no$2$ Black Dreams defile thy snowy Breast, 512:01,074[G ]| Nor Fiends corrupt thee, though like$4$ Angels dressed. 512:01,000[' ]| 512:01,000[' ]| 512:01,075[B ]| Has Flesh and Blood need of a Power divine 512:01,076[B ]| To$9$ raise their Sympathy, and make them join? 512:01,077[B ]| Is it not enough to$9$ pimp for$4$ sacred Jove, 512:01,078[B ]| But every Prince below must have a Love, 512:01,079[B ]| Inflexible to$4$ all but Bawds above? 512:01,080[A ]| You run too fast my Agent, Rome declines, 512:01,081[A ]| The Eagles mew their wings, which$6#1$ heaven designs 512:01,082[A ]| Shall further fly. The Pilot drunk with Love 512:01,083[A ]| The great Ship runs aground. Shall mighty Jove 512:01,084[A ]| Enrich a Prince with all the powerful Charms 512:01,085[A ]| Of Beauty, Wit, and Virtue, Arts, and Arms? 512:01,086[A ]| And shall a wretched, half-concocted She 512:01,087[A ]| Depose a Demy-God, cramp Victory, 512:01,088[A ]| Rebellious to$4$ her Prince, to$4$ Jove, and Me? 512:01,089[A ]| Destroy an Empire for$4$ this monstrous Crime 512:01,090[A ]| Against Honour, only fit for$4$ Plays in$4$ Rhyme, 512:01,091[A ]| Idle Discourse, not Action, that$6#2$ gay Dame 512:01,092[A ]| For$4$ all her shifts of Gaudery, not of Name 512:01,093[A ]| Or Quality in$4$ Heaven above: an odious Broker 512:01,094[A ]| Between rich Virtues, Daughters of the Gods, 512:01,095[A ]| And bankrupt Sins the brats of needy Mortals. 512:01,096[A ]| Dost thou, to$9$ assist me, shod with wings repine? 512:01,097[A ]| Thy Master's Credit lies at stake, not mine. 512:01,098[B ]| Why, Madam Venus, you can take your sport, 512:01,099[B ]| Cuckold your Husband, sing, and dance at Court, 512:01,100[B ]| And like$4$ a lazy Lady coach about, 512:01,101[B ]| Whilst I must trudge my Legs and Feathers out. 512:01,102[B ]| My Errands are so$5#1$ quick, my Time so$5#1$ short, 512:01,103[B ]| That$3$ I can get no$2$ Wife, nor Mistress for$4$ it. 512:01,104[B ]| There is never a Lawyer, but his venal Tongue 512:01,105[B ]| Is tipped by$4$ me: dark points of right and wrong, 512:01,106[B ]| Not obvious to$4$ all Hearers, I can clear 512:01,107[B ]| To$4$ the doubt-making Judge, tell how, and where 512:01,108[B ]| The puzzled Audience with Contention spent 512:01,109[B ]| A Bribe may safely make a President. 512:01,110[B ]| Never a Tradesman cheats, Sectarist prays, 512:01,111[B ]| Stationer sells, or Poet steals his Plays, 512:01,112[B ]| Rhetorical Fool must prate, or be in$4$ Print, 512:01,113[B ]| Insuring Statesman Plot, but Mercury is in$4$ it. 512:01,114[A ]| I tell thee, Mercury, thy Trade is but small 512:01,115[A ]| To$4$ mine, that$6#1$ does engross and swallow all. 512:01,116[A ]| Mine is like$4$ the Ocean, whence I took my Birth, 512:01,117[A ]| All streams of Business crowd from churlish Earth, 512:01,118[A ]| Breaking from Customs bounds and living Graves, 512:01,119[A ]| Seek Liberty in$4$ our ungoverned waves. 512:01,120[A ]| Vices Cabal each other does supply, 512:01,121[A ]| Pride Rapine moves, Rapine feeds Luxury; 512:01,122[A ]| But all their motions tend to$4$ amorous Joy: 512:01,123[A ]| What is more than that$6#2$, for$4$ Mankind is too high. 512:01,124[A ]| What makes the street-bespattered Lawyer trudge? 512:01,125[A ]| What oils the turn-stile Conscience of a Judge? 512:01,126[A ]| They squeeze the juicy Rich, and bruise the Poor, 512:01,127[A ]| Refunding Fees to$4$ their more griping Whore. 512:01,128[A ]| When Sisters throng into the Meeting-place, 512:01,129[A ]| I dress up$5$ Cupid like$4$ a Babe of Grace. 512:01,130[A ]| The Teacher is to$4$ Repetition brought, 512:01,131[A ]| Swaddled with Neck-cloth, tender, over-wrought, 512:01,132[A ]| Rubbed, and repaired with Cordials, he becomes 512:01,133[A ]| A secret Morsel for$4$ the hallowed Gums. 512:01,134[A ]| If Poets write, and Love be not their Text, 512:01,135[A ]| Nor Women hear them, Fame will$1$ leave them next. 512:01,136[A ]| It is I that$6#1$ do inspire the Sword or Pill, 512:01,137[A ]| Make Soldiers spare, and make Physicians kill; 512:01,138[A ]| Repairing Murders still with Propagations; 512:01,139[A ]| I root out sapless Plants, but people Nations. 512:01,140[A ]| Beauty is the current Coin that$6#1$ none refuses, 512:01,141[A ]| The Bribe of Mars, Minerva, and the Muses: 512:01,142[A ]| Love is grown so$5#1$ general, more Gods should be made 512:01,143[A ]| To$9$ carry on$5$ the busy amorous Trade; 512:01,144[A ]| It is from a liberal Art turned a Disease, 512:01,145[A ]| Infecting those that$6#1$ have not Strength nor Ease; 512:01,146[A ]| Each dying Lecher keeps a hungry Female 512:01,147[A ]| To$9$ gaze upon$5$, and handle, like$4$ fine knacks, 512:01,148[A ]| Religious Pictures, pretty Saints in$4$ Wax: 512:01,149[A ]| But Flesh and Blood abhors Idolatry, 512:01,150[A ]| By$4$ Foot-men eased of their Divinity; 512:01,151[A ]| Nay every Porter keeps a Miss, must wear 512:01,152[A ]| On$4$ her gay Limbs, the Labour of a Year. 512:01,153[A ]| I am the Mother of Delights, refreshing 512:01,154[A ]| The weary World with Love, of Pleasures the supreme, 512:01,155[A ]| Because Nature highest ends to$4$ it assigned, 512:01,156[A ]| All others serve but Man, and this Mankind. 512:01,157[B ]| Weak is the power of Wit's affected noise 512:01,158[B ]| To$4$ the dumb Rhetoric of charming Eyes. 512:01,159[B ]| Goddess you have conquered, and it is your Part 512:01,160[B ]| Both to$9$ subdue and mollify her Heart: 512:01,161[B ]| I have tipped his Tongue with all the charms of Wit, 512:01,162[B ]| Would melt a Rock, debauch an Anchorite, 512:01,163[B ]| Calm a tempestuous Sea, tempt a fixed Star 512:01,164[B ]| From Heaven, or make a Tiger lie in$4$ his Lap; 512:01,165[B ]| Make Cynthia turn a Whore, or thee a Nun: 512:01,166[B ]| Yet all these words, like$4$ ruffling winds, make her 512:01,167[B ]| Sit safer in$4$ white Robes of Innocence, 512:01,168[B ]| Wrapping them close about her: 512:01,169[B ]| Try if thy sultry amorous Heats can make 512:01,170[B ]| Her throw them off. 512:01,171[A ]| Oh! I have fired her Blood, and filled her Mind 512:01,172[A ]| With the Ideas of all brave mankind; 512:01,173[A ]| To$4$ which$6#1$ her Husband seems a Crest-fallen monster, 512:01,174[A ]| Put Stars into the Emperor's Eyes, soft heavenly motions 512:01,175[A ]| Into his Limbs, gentle surprising Vigour, 512:01,176[A ]| Which$6#1$ with its smooth and regular Approaches 512:01,177[A ]| Would make defenceless a rude Amazon, 512:01,178[A ]| Or steal into the Trenches of a Vestal. 512:01,179[A ]| It is true I never called my Son, too sure 512:01,180[A ]| Kings, without Cupid's Aid, might Love procure. 512:01,181[B ]| Then call him strait, and let him arm his Bow, 512:01,182[B ]| Pierce and repierce the Adamantine Foe 512:01,183[B ]| With his new Darts whet on$4$ Jove's Thunder-bolt, 512:01,184[B ]| Feathered with Sparrows wings, shafted with Myrtle 512:01,185[B ]| Steeped in$4$ the Blood of Goats, and Lovers tears: 512:01,186[B ]| Barbed with the Iron of Nets which$6#1$ Vulcan threw 512:01,187[B ]| On$4$ Mars and thee, when Gods were called to$9$ view, 512:01,188[B ]| Sharp as the Tongue of a forsaken Scold. 512:01,189[A ]| Cupid, come down, our Deities controlled, 512:01,190[A ]| And bring the Quiver Jove with Kisses gave thee 512:01,191[A ]| For$4$ his New-years-gift, then see who$6#1$ dares out-brave thee. 512:01,000[' ]| (Cupid descends and shoots; the Arrow breaks.) 512:01,192[B ]| If gentle heavenly Gods can not reclaim 512:01,193[B ]| The haggard heart of an ill-mannered Dame, 512:01,194[B ]| Let us ask Advice of Hell's great Lords, to$9$ tame 512:01,195[B ]| The only Woman of this awkward frame. 512:01,196[A ]| Rise Pluto, rise, with all the infernal Powers, 512:01,197[A ]| Proud Mortals learn new Laws, and scoff at ours: 512:01,198[A ]| The Honour of the Gods is now engaged; 512:01,199[A ]| Never Woman was so$5#1$ cool, nor Goddess so$5#1$ enraged. 512:01,000[' ]| (Pluto rises with his Infernal Train.) 512:01,200[C ]| What trifling is this! so$5#1$ many Gods combined 512:01,201[C ]| Against a thoughtless, custom-ridden Female, 512:01,202[C ]| Much weaker than the He presumptuous Wight, 512:01,203[C ]| Who$6#1$ only because he prates, and walks upright, 512:01,204[C ]| Values himself above other Animals, 512:01,205[C ]| Weaker than Beasts in$4$ pleasures and in$4$ sense, 512:01,206[C ]| Weaker in$4$ Prudence and his own Defence: 512:01,207[C ]| A god-like Victory, a most celestial Prize, 512:01,208[C ]| To$9$ make a Female take her wished-for Joys. 512:01,209[C ]| The under-shrubs of Men give Women odds; 512:01,210[C ]| Are these Proceedings fit for$4$ Kings or Gods? 512:01,211[A ]| If Beauty, Wit, and Greatness she despise, 512:01,212[A ]| What more alluring Baits canst thou devise? 512:01,213[C ]| Must those be courted that$6#1$ are made to$9$ yield 512:01,214[C ]| Who$6#2$ parleys with a Foe that$6#1$ wants a Shield? 512:01,215[C ]| Or asks men leave to$9$ do them Courtesies? 512:01,216[C ]| Clients sometimes must force the gaped-for Fees. 512:01,217[C ]| What faintly offered, scarce deserves the Thanks 512:01,218[C ]| Of the Receiver: Gratitude to$9$ excite, 512:01,219[C ]| Press Bounties home, and make men feel their weight. 512:01,220[C ]| Women were made on$4$ purpose to$9$ be ravished, 512:01,221[C ]| Nature had armed them else, nor left unguarded 512:01,222[C ]| The Avenues of Love: 512:01,223[C ]| Honour commands an open Citadel, 512:01,224[C ]| The Traitor makes a show, but can not, nor will$1$ not repel. 512:01,225[C ]| Who$6#2$ would stand knocking at an unlocked Gate? 512:01,226[C ]| Or, who$6#2$ in$4$ his Porch can hope to$9$ save his Plate? 512:01,227[C ]| For$4$ shame dispatch, and disabuse the Prince, 512:01,228[C ]| Give him his Play-thing, he will$1$ be quiet straight. 512:01,229[C ]| The Empire will$1$ grow strong, and Armies fight, 512:01,230[C ]| And more Souls tumble to$4$ eternal night; 512:01,231[C ]| Ambition damns more Mortals, than Delight. 512:01,232[B ]| Spoke like$4$ great Pluto, Venus, do not repine 512:01,233[B ]| To$9$ lose the Glory, getting your Design. 512:01,234[B ]| The matter lies not what, but how to$9$ have; 512:01,235[B ]| What more can Mankind give, or Woman crave? 512:01,236[B ]| None ever was ravished, but with close consent; 512:01,237[B ]| Shame makes them sometimes quarrel, never repent. 512:01,238[B ]| Was ever ambitious man forced to$4$ a Crown, 512:01,239[B ]| Hunger compelled to$9$ feed? Are wearied men 512:01,240[B ]| Said to$9$ be robbed of Burdens? Do I force 512:01,241[B ]| The falling fruit that$6#1$ drops into my hand? 512:01,242[A ]| Oh senseless Males! must Women lose the Pride 512:01,243[A ]| Of Courtship, self-reflexion, Joys beside 512:01,244[A ]| Of Dalliance, and the yielding Arts of Love, 512:01,245[A ]| Embraced by$4$ all, whom their Attractions move? 512:01,246[A ]| Must that$6#2$ rough Sex our tender Breasts invade, 512:01,247[A ]| Without the fawning, and the endearing Trade, 512:01,248[A ]| The esteem, the Tenderness, the Adoration, 512:01,249[A ]| And take the sacred prize without Gradation 512:01,250[A ]| And due Respect? I hate so$5#1$ hard a shift. 512:01,251[B ]| Bartering makes Love a Bargain, Rape a gift, 512:01,252[B ]| Plainly consenting Women buy delight, 512:01,253[B ]| Part with their Pride, to$9$ please their Appetite: 512:01,254[B ]| A bold Invasion does loathed Debt prevent, 512:01,255[B ]| Love is sweeter when it is given than when it is lent. 512:01,256[C ]| Well urged, right Apprehensive Lord of the upper house: 512:01,257[C ]| Love is the Sauce, but Lust is the wholesome Meat 512:01,258[C ]| Which$6#1$ nicest Stomachs never refuse to$9$ eat. 512:01,259[C ]| Proud Beggars never confess their wants, though asked, 512:01,260[C ]| It is decent Charity to$9$ steal into 512:01,261[C ]| Their hands an Alms. If heavenly Arrows fail, 512:01,262[C ]| The Darts of Flesh must the proud Flesh assail; 512:01,263[C ]| Which$6#1$ cure by$4$ Sympathy the hardest heart, 512:01,264[C ]| Like$4$ Pelia's Spear, both wound and heal the smart. 512:01,265[B ]| Fair scornful Dame, great Casuist in$4$ Love, 512:01,266[B ]| Raising the price of Lust to$9$ enslave Mankind, 512:01,267[B ]| Playing the Whore with Grandeur and Discretion; 512:01,268[B ]| Love is a cheat to$9$ engross in$4$ private hands 512:01,269[B ]| The staple trade of Lust, meant for$4$ the public. 512:01,270[B ]| What you deny is more Mankind's than yours, 512:01,271[B ]| A Right no$2$ Vestal ever can give away, 512:01,272[B ]| A Right inherent, not to$9$ be refused 512:01,273[B ]| Nor limited, because relative to$4$ all; 512:01,274[B ]| No$2$ more than Palates kept from various Tastes, 512:01,275[B ]| Iron to$4$ one Load-stone, Amber to$4$ one Straw. 512:01,276[B ]| If I have Title to$4$ a common Ground, 512:01,277[B ]| Though it is enclosed within another's Bound, 512:01,278[B ]| All Laws allow free way to$9$ fetch my Shares: 512:01,279[B ]| But these are double-faced terrestrial Cares; 512:01,280[B ]| Where right and wrong lie mixed like$4$ Earth and Water, 512:01,281[B ]| Or Fire and Air, none can divide them clearly; 512:01,282[B ]| Such Rubs stop not the Gods. It is writ above, 512:01,283[B ]| Great Valentinian shall enjoy his Love! 512:01,284[A ]| Well, if I must obey, I will$1$ never assist 512:01,285[A ]| Such lewd base Acts, nor lend a simpering smile, 512:01,286[A ]| But when it is done, I will$1$ help to$9$ reconcile. 512:01,287[C ]| We knew you would be there. Come then, I will$1$ call 512:01,288[C ]| My Satyrs to$9$ prepare the willing Fall, 512:01,289[C ]| And in$4$ soft Dreams preach Honour's Funeral. 512:01,000[' ]| (Enter Satyrs, and Dance.) 512:01,000[' ]| 512:01,290[X ]| Beauty thou woundst thyself from thy own store 512:01,291[X ]| For$3$ none can give what they had not before, 512:01,292[X ]| Cause of the Passions which$6#1$ to$4$ thee aspire 512:01,293[X ]| Kindling at first then smothering desire. 512:01,000[' ]| <***> 512:01,294[X ]| Gods justly part the dose of good and ill: 512:01,295[X ]| None can complain that$3$ any is happy still, 512:01,296[X ]| And none desire continuance of an ill. 512:01,297[X ]| Nature triumphs in$4$ a bright sparkling mind; 512:01,298[X ]| The Body acts not what the Soul designed 512:01,299[X ]| Or Virtues Baggage Riches lag behind. 512:01,300[X ]| What unseen griefs do agitate a Throne! 512:01,301[X ]| Love makes the ragged laugh the splendid Reptile groan, 512:01,302[X ]| Happy in$4$ others thoughts unhappy in$4$ his own. 512:01,000[' ]| <***> 512:01,303[X ]| Must Gods be called to$9$ urge to$4$ the natural Feat, 512:01,304[X ]| We must have shortly Gods to$9$ make them Eat. 512:01,000[' ]| <***> 512:01,305[X ]| Born for$4$ the Sceptre of the universe 512:01,306[X ]| And all those gifts on$4$ mankind to$9$ disperse, 512:01,307[X ]| With Reigning mysteries his mind Inspire 512:01,308[X ]| And build so$5#1$ fair a house for$4$ her to$9$ fire 512:01,000[' ]| <***> 512:01,309[X ]| Our joys despised and by$4$ the fair forsaken 512:01,000[' ]| <***> 512:01,310[X ]| The Thunderer's Arrow broke: just heaven what odds 512:01,311[X ]| For$4$ earth born man against the Power of Gods 512:01,000[' ]| <***> 512:01,312[X ]| Least Mortal scorn your Heavenly Influence 512:01,000[' ]| <***> 512:01,313[A ]| I am overpowered and weakly now resist 512:01,000[' ]|