141:00,000@@@@@| 141:00,000[' ]| 141:00,000[' ]| 141:00,000[' ]| 141:01,000[' ]| 141:01,001[A ]| It was a dispute betwixt heaven and earth 141:01,002[A ]| Which$6#1$ had produced the nobler birth. 141:01,003[A ]| For$4$ heaven appeared Cynthia, with all her train, 141:01,004[A ]| Till you came forth, 141:01,005[A ]| More glorious and more worth 141:01,006[A ]| Than she with all those trembling imps of light 141:01,007[A ]| With which$6#1$ this envious queen of night 141:01,008[A ]| Had proudly decked her conquered self in$4$ vain. 141:01,009[A ]| I must have perished in$4$ that$6#2$ first surprise, 141:01,010[A ]| Had I beheld your eyes. 141:01,011[A ]| Love, like$4$ Apollo when he would inspire 141:01,012[A ]| Some holy breast, laid all his glories by$5$; 141:01,013[A ]| Else the god, clothed in$4$ his heavenly fire, 141:01,014[A ]| Would have possessed too powerfully, 141:01,015[A ]| And making of his priest a sacrifice, 141:01,016[A ]| Had so$5#2$ returned unhallowed to$4$ the skies. 141:02,000@@@@@| 141:02,000[' ]| 141:02,000[' ]| 141:02,001[B ]| There sighs not on$4$ the plain 141:02,002[B ]| So$5#1$ lost a swain as I; 141:02,003[B ]| Scorched up$5$ with love, frozen with disdain, 141:02,004[B ]| Of killing sweetness I complain. 141:02,000[' ]| 141:02,005[C ]| If it is Corinna, die. 141:02,006[C ]| Since first my dazzled eyes were thrown 141:02,007[C ]| On$4$ that$6#2$ bewitching face, 141:02,008[C ]| Like$4$ ruined birds robbed of their young, 141:02,009[C ]| Lamenting, frighted, and alone, 141:02,010[C ]| I fly from place to$4$ place. 141:02,011[C ]| Framed by$4$ some cruel powers above, 141:02,012[C ]| So$5#1$ nice she is, and fair, 141:02,013[C ]| None from undoing can remove 141:02,014[C ]| Since all who$6#1$ are not blind must love ~~ 141:02,015[C ]| Who$6#1$ are not vain, despair. 141:02,000[' ]| 141:02,016[B ]| The gods no$2$ sooner give a grace 141:02,017[B ]| But, fond of their own art, 141:02,018[B ]| Severely jealous, ever place, 141:02,019[B ]| To$9$ guard the glories of a face, 141:02,020[B ]| A dragon in$4$ the heart. 141:02,021[B ]| Proud and ill-natured powers they are, 141:02,022[B ]| Who$6#1$, peevish to$4$ mankind, 141:02,023[B ]| For$4$ their own honour's sake, with care 141:02,024[B ]| Make a sweet form divinely fair, 141:02,025[B ]| And add a cruel mind. 141:02,000[' ]| 141:02,026[C ]| Since she is insensible of love, 141:02,027[C ]| By$4$ honour taught to$9$ hate, 141:02,028[C ]| If we, forced by$4$ decrees above, 141:02,029[C ]| Must sensible to$4$ beauty prove, 141:02,030[C ]| How tyrannous is fate! 141:02,000[' ]| 141:02,031[B ]| I to$4$ the nymph have never named 141:02,032[B ]| The cause of all my pain. 141:02,000[' ]| 141:02,033[C ]| Such bashfulness may well be blamed, 141:02,034[C ]| For$3$ since to$9$ serve we are not ashamed, 141:02,035[C ]| Why should she blush to$9$ reign? 141:02,000[' ]| 141:02,036[B ]| But if her haughty heart despise 141:02,037[B ]| My humble proffered one, 141:02,038[B ]| The just compassion she denies 141:02,039[B ]| I may obtain from other's eyes: 141:02,040[B ]| Hers are not fair alone. 141:02,041[B ]| Devouring flames require new food: 141:02,042[B ]| My heart is consumed almost; 141:02,043[B ]| New fires must kindle in$4$ her blood, 141:02,044[B ]| Or mine go out, and that$6#2$ is as good. 141:02,000[' ]| 141:02,045[C ]| Wouldst live, when love is lost? 141:02,046[C ]| Be dead before thy passion dies, 141:02,047[C ]| For$3$ if thou shouldst survive, 141:02,048[C ]| What anguish would the heart surprise 141:02,049[C ]| To$9$ see her flames begin to$9$ rise, 141:02,050[C ]| And thine no$2$ more alive! 141:02,000[' ]| 141:02,051[B ]| Rather, what pleasure should I meet, 141:02,052[B ]| In$4$ my triumphant scorn, 141:02,053[B ]| To$9$ see my tyrant at my feet 141:02,054[B ]| Whilst, taught by$4$ her, unmoved I sit, 141:02,055[B ]| A tyrant in$4$ my turn. 141:02,000[' ]| 141:02,056[C ]| Ungentle shepherd, cease, for$4$ shame! 141:02,057[C ]| Which$6#2$ way can you pretend 141:02,058[C ]| To$9$ merit so$5#1$ divine a flame, 141:02,059[C ]| Who$6#2$ to$4$ dull life make a mean claim 141:02,060[C ]| When love is at an end? 141:02,061[C ]| As trees are by$4$ their bark embraced, 141:02,062[C ]| Love to$4$ my soul doth cling; 141:02,063[C ]| When, torn by$4$ the herd's greedy taste, 141:02,064[C ]| The injured plants feel they are defaced, 141:02,065[C ]| They wither in$4$ the spring. 141:02,066[C ]| My rifled love would soon retire, 141:02,067[C ]| Dissolving into air, 141:02,068[C ]| Should I that$6#2$ nymph cease to$9$ admire, 141:02,069[C ]| Blest in$4$ whose arms I will$1$ expire, 141:02,070[C ]| Or at her feet despair. 141:03,000@@@@@| 141:03,000[' ]| 141:03,000[' ]| 141:03,001[C ]| Prithee now, fond fool, give over. 141:03,002[C ]| Since my heart is gone before, 141:03,003[C ]| To$4$ what purpose should I stay? 141:03,004[C ]| Love commands another way. 141:03,000[' ]| 141:03,005[B ]| Perjured swain, I knew the time 141:03,006[B ]| When dissembling was your crime; 141:03,007[B ]| In$4$ pity now employ that$6#2$ art 141:03,008[B ]| Which$6#1$ first betrayed, to$9$ ease my heart. 141:03,000[' ]| 141:03,009[C ]| Women can with pleasure feign; 141:03,010[C ]| Men dissemble still with pain. 141:03,011[C ]| What advantage will$1$ it prove 141:03,012[C ]| If I lie, who$6#2$ can not love? 141:03,000[' ]| 141:03,013[B ]| Tell me, then, the reason why 141:03,014[B ]| Love from hearts in$4$ love does fly; 141:03,015[B ]| Why the bird will$1$ build a nest 141:03,016[B ]| Where he never intends to$9$ rest? 141:03,000[' ]| 141:03,017[C ]| Love, like$4$ other little boys, 141:03,018[C ]| Cries for$4$ hearts, as they for$4$ toys ~~ 141:03,019[C ]| Which$6#1$, when gained, in$4$ childish play 141:03,020[C ]| Wantonly are thrown away. 141:03,000[' ]| 141:03,021[B ]| Still on$4$ wing, or on$4$ his knees, 141:03,022[B ]| Love does nothing by$4$ degrees: 141:03,023[B ]| Basely flying when most prized, 141:03,024[B ]| Meanly fawning when despised, 141:03,025[B ]| Flattering or insulting ever, 141:03,026[B ]| Generous and grateful never. 141:03,027[B ]| All his joys are fleeting dreams, 141:03,028[B ]| All his woes severe extremes. 141:03,000[' ]| 141:03,029[C ]| Nymph, unjustly you inveigh: 141:03,030[C ]| Love, like$4$ us, must fate obey. 141:03,031[C ]| Since it is nature's law to$9$ change, 141:03,032[C ]| Constancy alone is strange. 141:03,033[C ]| See the heavens in$4$ lightnings break, 141:03,034[C ]| Next in$4$ storms of thunder speak, 141:03,035[C ]| Till a kind rain from above 141:03,036[C ]| Makes a calm ~~ so$5#2$ it is in$4$ love. 141:03,037[C ]| Flames begin our first address; 141:03,038[C ]| Like$4$ meeting thunder we embrace; 141:03,039[C ]| Then, you know, the showers that$6#1$ fall 141:03,040[C ]| Quench the fire, and quiet all. 141:03,000[' ]| 141:03,041[B ]| How should I these showers forget? 141:03,042[B ]| It was so$5#1$ pleasant to$9$ be wet! 141:03,043[B ]| They killed love, I knew it well: 141:03,044[B ]| I died all the while they fell. 141:03,045[B ]| Say, at least, what nymph it is 141:03,046[B ]| Robs my breast of so$5#1$ much bliss! 141:03,047[B ]| If she is fair, I shall be eased: 141:03,048[B ]| Through my ruin you will$1$ be pleased. 141:03,000[' ]| 141:03,049[C ]| Daphne never was so$5#1$ fair, 141:03,050[C ]| Strephon scarcely so$5#1$ sincere: 141:03,051[C ]| Gentle, innocent, and free, 141:03,052[C ]| Ever pleased with only me. 141:03,053[C ]| Many charms my heart enthral, 141:03,054[C ]| But there is one above them all: 141:03,055[C ]| With aversion she does fly 141:03,056[C ]| Tedious, trading constancy. 141:03,000[' ]| 141:03,057[B ]| Cruel shepherd, I submit: 141:03,058[B ]| Do what love and you think fit. 141:03,059[B ]| Change is fate, and not design; 141:03,060[B ]| Say you would have still been mine. 141:03,000[' ]| 141:03,061[C ]| Nymph, I can not; it is too true, 141:03,062[C ]| Change has greater charms than you. 141:03,063[C ]| Be by$4$ my example wise: 141:03,064[C ]| Faith to$4$ pleasure sacrifice. 141:03,000[' ]| 141:03,065[B ]| Silly swain, I will$1$ have you know 141:03,066[B ]| It was my practice long ago. 141:03,067[B ]| Whilst you vainly thought me true, 141:03,068[B ]| I was false in$4$ scorn of you. 141:03,069[B ]| By$4$ my tears, my heart's disguise, 141:03,070[B ]| I thy love and thee despise. 141:03,071[B ]| Womankind more joy discovers 141:03,072[B ]| Making fools, than keeping lovers. 141:04,000@@@@@| 141:04,000[' ]| 141:04,001[A ]| Give me leave to$9$ rail at you 141:04,002[A ]| (I ask nothing but my due): 141:04,003[A ]| To$9$ call you false, and then to$9$ say 141:04,004[A ]| You shall not keep my heart a day. 141:04,005[A ]| But, alas! against my will$0$, 141:04,006[A ]| I must be your captive still. 141:04,007[A ]| Ah! Be kinder, then, for$3$ I 141:04,008[A ]| Can not change, and would not die. 141:04,009[A ]| Kindness has resistless charms; 141:04,010[A ]| All besides but weakly move; 141:04,011[A ]| Fiercest anger it disarms 141:04,012[A ]| And clips the wings of flying love. 141:04,013[A ]| Beauty does the heart invade, 141:04,014[A ]| Kindness only can persuade; 141:04,015[A ]| It gilds the lover's servile chain 141:04,016[A ]| And makes the slave grow pleased and vain. 141:05,000@@@@@| 141:05,000[' ]| 141:05,001[A ]| Insulting beauty, you misspend 141:05,002[A ]| Those frowns upon$4$ your slave: 141:05,003[A ]| Your scorn against such rebels bend 141:05,004[A ]| Who$6#1$ dare with confidence pretend 141:05,005[A ]| That$3$ other eyes their hearts defend 141:05,006[A ]| From all the charms you have. 141:05,007[A ]| Your conquering eyes so$5#1$ partial are, 141:05,008[A ]| Or mankind is so$5#1$ dull, 141:05,009[A ]| That$3$ while I languish in$4$ despair, 141:05,010[A ]| Many proud, senseless hearts declare 141:05,011[A ]| They find you not so$5#1$ killing fair 141:05,012[A ]| To$9$ wish you merciful. 141:05,013[A ]| They an inglorious freedom boast; 141:05,014[A ]| I triumph in$4$ my chain. 141:05,015[A ]| Nor am I unrevenged, though lost, 141:05,016[A ]| Nor you unpunished, though unjust, 141:05,017[A ]| When I alone, who$6#1$ love you most, 141:05,018[A ]| Am killed with your disdain. 141:06,000@@@@@| 141:06,000[' ]| 141:06,001[A ]| My dear mistress has a heart 141:06,002[A ]| Soft as those kind looks she gave me 141:06,003[A ]| When, with love's resistless art 141:06,004[A ]| And her eyes, she did enslave me. 141:06,005[A ]| But her constancy is so$5#1$ weak ~~ 141:06,006[A ]| She is so$5#1$ wild, and apt to$9$ wander ~~ 141:06,007[A ]| That$3$ my jealous heart would break 141:06,008[A ]| Should we live one day asunder. 141:06,009[A ]| Melting joys about her move, 141:06,010[A ]| Killing pleasures, wounding blisses. 141:06,011[A ]| She can dress her eyes in$4$ love, 141:06,012[A ]| And her lips can arm with kisses. 141:06,013[A ]| Angels listen when she speaks; 141:06,014[A ]| She is my delight, all mankind's wonder; 141:06,015[A ]| But my jealous heart would break 141:06,016[A ]| Should we live one day asunder. 141:07,000@@@@@| 141:07,000[' ]| 141:07,001[A ]| While on$4$ those lovely looks I gaze 141:07,002[A ]| To$9$ see a wretch pursuing, 141:07,003[A ]| In$4$ raptures of a blest amaze, 141:07,004[A ]| His pleasing, happy ruin, 141:07,005[A ]| It is not for$4$ pity that$3$ I move: 141:07,006[A ]| His fate is too aspiring 141:07,007[A ]| Whose heart, broke with a load of love, 141:07,008[A ]| Dies wishing and admiring. 141:07,009[A ]| But if this murder you would forgo, 141:07,010[A ]| Your slave from death removing, 141:07,011[A ]| Let me your art of charming know, 141:07,012[A ]| Or learn you mine of loving. 141:07,013[A ]| But whether life or death betide, 141:07,014[A ]| In$4$ love it is equal measure: 141:07,015[A ]| The victor lives with empty pride, 141:07,016[A ]| The vanquished die with pleasure. 141:08,000@@@@@| 141:08,000[' ]| 141:08,001[A ]| At last you will$1$ force me to$9$ confess 141:08,002[A ]| You need no$2$ arts to$9$ vanquish: 141:08,003[A ]| Such charms from nature you possess, 141:08,004[A ]| It were dullness not to$9$ languish. 141:08,005[A ]| Yet spare a heart you may surprise, 141:08,006[A ]| And give my tongue the glory 141:08,007[A ]| To$9$ scorn, while my unfaithful eyes 141:08,008[A ]| Betray a kinder story. 141:09,000@@@@@| 141:09,000[' ]| 141:09,001[A ]| Love bade me hope, and I obeyed; 141:09,002[A ]| Phyllis continued still unkind. 141:09,003@w | "Then you may even despair," 141:09,003[A ]| he said; 141:09,004@w | "In$4$ vain I strive to$9$ change her mind. 141:09,005@w | Honor has got in$5$ and keeps her heart; 141:09,006@w | Durst he but venture once abroad, 141:09,007@w | In$4$ my own right I would take your part 141:09,008@w | And show myself the mightier god. 141:09,009@w | This huffing Honour domineers 141:09,010@w | In$4$ breasts alone where he has place, 141:09,011@w | But if true generous Love appears, 141:09,012@w | The hector dares not show his face." 141:09,013[A ]| Let me still languish and complain, 141:09,014[A ]| Be most unhumanly denied. 141:09,015[A ]| I have some pleasure in$4$ my pain; 141:09,016[A ]| She can have none with all her pride. 141:09,017[A ]| I fall a sacrifice to$4$ Love, 141:09,018[A ]| She lives a wretch for$4$ Honour's sake; 141:09,019[A ]| Whose tyrant does most cruel prove, 141:09,020[A ]| The difference is not hard to$9$ make. 141:09,021[A ]| Consider real honour, then: 141:09,022[A ]| You will$1$ find hers can not be the same. 141:09,023[A ]| It is noble confidence in$4$ men; 141:08,024[A ]| In$4$ women, mean mistrustful shame. 141:10,000@@@@@| 141:10,000[' ]| 141:10,001[A ]| To$4$ this moment a rebel, I throw down my arms, 141:10,002[A ]| Great Love! at first sight of Olinda's bright charms. 141:10,003[A ]| Made proud and secure by$4$ such forces as these, 141:10,004[A ]| You may now be a tyrant as soon as you please. 141:10,005[A ]| When innocence, beauty, and wit do conspire 141:10,006[A ]| To$9$ betray, and engage, and inflame my desire, 141:10,007[A ]| Why should I decline what I can not avoid, 141:10,008[A ]| And let pleasing hope by$4$ base fear be destroyed? 141:10,009[A ]| Her innocence can not contrive to$9$ undo me; 141:10,010[A ]| Her beauty is inclined, or why should it pursue me? 141:10,011[A ]| And wit has to$4$ pleasure been ever a friend; 141:10,012[A ]| Then what room for$4$ despair, since delight is love's end? 141:10,013[A ]| There can be no$2$ danger in$4$ sweetness and youth 141:10,014[A ]| Where love is secured by$4$ good nature and truth. 141:10,015[A ]| On$4$ her beauty I will$1$ gaze, and of pleasure complain, 141:10,016[A ]| While every kind look adds a link to$4$ my chain. 141:10,017[A ]| It is more to$9$ maintain than it was to$9$ surprise, 141:10,018[A ]| But her wit leads in$4$ triumph the slave of her eyes. 141:10,019[A ]| I beheld with the loss of my freedom before, 141:10,020[A ]| But, hearing, forever must serve and adore. 141:10,021[A ]| Too bright is my goddess, her temple too weak. 141:10,022[A ]| Retire, divine image! I feel my heart break. 141:10,023[A ]| Help, Love! I dissolve in$4$ a rapture of charms 141:10,024[A ]| At the thought of those joys I should meet in$4$ her arms. 141:11,000@@@@@| 141:11,000[' ]| 141:11,000[' ]| 141:11,001[A ]| Fling this useless book away, 141:11,002[A ]| And presume no$2$ more to$9$ pray. 141:11,003[A ]| Heaven is just, and can bestow 141:11,004[A ]| Mercy on$4$ none but those that$6#1$ mercy show. 141:11,005[A ]| With a proud heart maliciously inclined 141:11,006[A ]| Not to$9$ increase, but to$9$ subdue mankind, 141:11,007[A ]| In$4$ vain you vex the gods with your petition; 141:11,008[A ]| Without repentance and sincere contrition, 141:11,009[A ]| You are in$4$ a reprobate condition. 141:11,000[' ]| <2.> 141:11,010[A ]| Phyllis, to$9$ calm the angry powers 141:11,011[A ]| And save my soul as well as yours, 141:11,012[A ]| Relieve poor mortals from despair, 141:11,013[A ]| And justify the gods that$6#1$ made you fair; 141:11,014[A ]| And in$4$ those bright and charming eyes 141:11,015[A ]| Let pity first appear, then love, 141:11,016[A ]| That$3$ we by$4$ easy steps may rise 141:11,017[A ]| Through all the joys on$4$ earth to$4$ those above. 141:12,000@@@@@| 141:12,000[' ]| 141:12,001[A ]| Celia, the faithful servant you disown 141:12,002[A ]| Would, in$4$ obedience, keep his love unknown, 141:12,003[A ]| But bright ideas such as you inspire 141:12,004[A ]| We can no$2$ more conceal, than not admire. 141:12,005[A ]| My heart at home in$4$ my own breast did dwell 141:12,006[A ]| Like$4$ humble hermit in$4$ a peaceful cell; 141:12,007[A ]| Unknown and undisturbed it rested there, 141:12,008[A ]| Stranger alike to$4$ hope and to$4$ despair, 141:12,009[A ]| But Love's tumultuous train does now invade 141:12,010[A ]| The sacred quiet of this hallowed shade. 141:12,011[A ]| His fatal flames shine out to$4$ every eye 141:12,012[A ]| Like$4$ blazing comets in$4$ a winter's sky. 141:12,013[A ]| How can my passion merit your offence 141:12,014[A ]| That$6#1$ challenges so$5#1$ little recompense? 141:12,015[A ]| For$3$ I am one born only to$9$ admire; 141:12,016[A ]| Too humble ever to$9$ hope, scarce to$9$ desire; 141:12,017[A ]| A thing whose bliss depends upon$4$ your will$0$, 141:12,018[A ]| Who$6#1$ would be proud you would deign to$9$ use him ill. 141:12,019[A ]| Then give me leave to$9$ glory in$4$ my chain, 141:12,020[A ]| My fruitless sighs, and my unpitied pain. 141:12,021[A ]| Let me but ever love, and ever be 141:12,022[A ]| The example of your power and cruelty. 141:12,023[A ]| Since so$5#1$ much scorn does in$4$ your breast reside, 141:12,024[A ]| Be more indulgent to$4$ its mother, pride; 141:12,025[A ]| Kill all you strike, and trample on$4$ their graves, 141:12,026[A ]| But own the fates of your neglected slaves: 141:12,027[A ]| When in$4$ the crowd yours undistinguished lies, 141:12,028[A ]| You give away the triumph of your eyes. 141:12,029[A ]| Perhaps, obtaining this, you will$1$ think I find 141:12,030[A ]| More mercy than your anger has designed. 141:12,031[A ]| But Love has carefully contrived for$4$ me 141:12,032[A ]| The last perfection of misery, 141:12,033[A ]| For$3$ to$4$ my state those hopes of common peace 141:12,034[A ]| Which$6#1$ death affords to$4$ every wretch, must cease: 141:12,035[A ]| My worst of fates attends me in$4$ my grave 141:12,036[A ]| Since, dying, I must be no$2$ more your slave. 141:13,000@@@@@| 141:13,000[' ]| 141:13,001[A ]| All things submit themselves to$4$ your command, 141:13,002[A ]| Fair Celia, when it does not Love withstand; 141:13,003[A ]| The power it borrows from your eyes alone 141:13,004[A ]| All but the god must yield to$4$, who$6#1$ has none. 141:13,005[A ]| Were he not blind, such are the charms you have, 141:13,006[A ]| He would quit his godhead to$9$ become your slave, 141:13,007[A ]| Be proud to$9$ act a mortal hero's part, 141:13,008[A ]| And throw himself, for$4$ fame, on$4$ his own dart. 141:13,009[A ]| But fate has otherwise disposed of things, 141:13,010[A ]| In$4$ different bands subjecting slaves and kings: 141:13,011[A ]| Fettered in$4$ forms of royal state are they, 141:13,012[A ]| While we enjoy the freedom to$9$ obey. 141:13,013[A ]| That$6#1$ fate (like$4$ you, resistless) does ordain 141:13,014[A ]| To$4$ Love, that$3$ over beauty he shall reign. 141:13,015[A ]| By$4$ harmony the universe does move, 141:13,016[A ]| And what is harmony but mutual love? 141:13,017[A ]| Who$6#2$ would resist an empire so$5#1$ divine, 141:13,018[A ]| Which$6#1$ universal nature does enjoin? 141:13,019[A ]| See gentle brooks, how quietly they glide, 141:13,020[A ]| Kissing the rugged banks on$4$ either side, 141:13,021[A ]| While in$4$ their crystal streams at once they show, 141:13,022[A ]| And with them feed, the flowers which$6#1$ they bestow. 141:13,023[A ]| Though rudely thronged by$4$ a too-near embrace, 141:13,024[A ]| In$4$ gentle murmurs they keep on$4$ their pace 141:13,025[A ]| To$4$ their loved sea, for$3$ ev'n streams have desires: 141:13,026[A ]| Cool as they are, they feel Love's powerful fires, 141:13,027[A ]| And with such passion that$3$ if any force 141:13,028[A ]| Stop or molest them in$4$ their amorous course, 141:13,029[A ]| They swell with rage, break down and ravage over 141:13,030[A ]| The banks they kissed, the flowers they fed before. 141:13,031[A ]| Submit then, Celia, before you be reduced, 141:13,032[A ]| For$3$ rebels, vanquished once, are vilely used, 141:13,033[A ]| And such are you whenever you dare obey 141:13,034[A ]| Another passion, and your love betray. 141:13,035[A ]| You are Love's citadel; by$4$ you he reigns 141:13,036[A ]| And his proud empire over the world maintains. 141:13,037[A ]| He trusts you with his stratagems and arms: 141:13,038[A ]| His frowns, his smiles, and all his conquering charms. 141:13,039[A ]| Beauty is no$2$ more but the dead soil which$6#1$ Love 141:13,040[A ]| Manures, and does by$4$ wise commerce improve. 141:13,041[A ]| Sailing by$4$ sighs, through seas of tears he sends 141:13,042[A ]| Courtships from foreign hearts. For$4$ your own ends 141:13,043[A ]| Cherish the trade, for$3$ as with Indians we 141:13,044[A ]| Get gold and jewels for$4$ our trumpery, 141:13,045[A ]| So$3$ to$4$ each other, for$4$ their useless toys, 141:13,046[A ]| Lovers afford whole magazines of joys. 141:13,047[A ]| But if you are fond of baubles, be, and starve; 141:13,048[A ]| Your gewgaw reputation still preserve; 141:13,049[A ]| Live upon$4$ modesty and empty fame, 141:13,050[A ]| Forgoing sense for$4$ a fantastic name. 141:14,000@@@@@| 141:14,000[' ]| 141:14,001[B ]| I, John*Roberts, writ this same; 141:14,002[B ]| I pasted it, and plastered it, and put it in$4$ a frame 141:14,003[B ]| In$4$ honor of my master's master, King Charles the Second by$4$ name. 141:15,000@@@@@| 141:15,000[' ]| 141:15,001[A ]| A health to$4$ Kate! 141:15,002[A ]| Our sovereign's mate, 141:15,003[A ]| Of the royal house of Lisbon; 141:15,004[A ]| But the Devil take Hyde, 141:15,005[A ]| And the bishop beside 141:15,006[A ]| Who$6#1$ made her bone his bone. 141:16,000@@@@@| 141:16,000[' ]| 141:16,001[A ]| Lorraine you stole; by$4$ fraud you got Burgundy; 141:16,002[A ]| Flanders you bought; but, Gad! you will$1$ pay for$4$ it one day. 141:17,000@@@@@| 141:17,000[' ]| 141:17,001[A ]| And after singing Psalm the Twelfth, 141:17,002[A ]| He laid his book upon$4$ the shelf 141:17,003[A ]| And looked much simply like$4$ himself; 141:17,004[A ]| With eyes turned up$5$, as white as ghost, 141:17,005[A ]| He cried, 141:17,005@w | "Ah, Lard! ah, Lard of Hosts! 141:17,006[A ]| I am a rascal, that$6#2$ thou knowest!" 141:18,000@@@@@| 141:18,000[' ]| 141:18,000[' ]| 141:18,001[A ]| Sternhold and Hopkins had great qualms 141:18,002[A ]| When they translated David's psalms 141:18,003[A ]| To$9$ make the heart full glad; 141:18,004[A ]| But had it been poor David's fate 141:18,005[A ]| To$9$ hear thee sing, and them translate, 141:18,006[A ]| By$4$ God! it would have made him mad. 141,19,000@@@@@| 141:19,000[' ]| 141:19,001[A ]| I am, by$4$ fate, slave to$4$ your will$0$ 141:19,002[A ]| And shall be most obedient still. 141:19,003[A ]| To$9$ show my love, I will$1$ compose ye, 141:19,004[A ]| For$4$ your fair finger's ring, a posy, 141:19,005[A ]| In$4$ which$6#1$ shall be expressed my duty, 141:19,006[A ]| And how I will$1$ be forever true to$4$ ye. 141:19,007[A ]| With low-made legs and sugared speeches, 141:19,008[A ]| Yielding to$4$ your fair bum the breeches, 141:19,009[A ]| I will$1$ show myself, in$4$ all I can, 141:19,010[A ]| Your faithful, humble servant, 141:19,011[A ]| John. 141:20,000@@@@@| 141:20,000[' ]| 141:20,001[B ]| My Lord, 141:20,002[B ]| These are the gloves that$6#1$ I did mention 141:20,003[B ]| Last night, and it was with the intention 141:20,004[B ]| That$3$ you should give me thanks and wear them, 141:20,005[B ]| For$3$ I most willingly can spare them. 141:20,006[B ]| When you this packet first do see, 141:20,007@c | "Damn me!" 141:20,007[B ]| cry you, 141:20,007@c | "she has writ to$4$ me. 141:20,008@c | I had better be at Bretby still 141:20,009@c | Than troubled with love against my will$0$. 141:20,010@c | Besides, this is not all my sorrow: 141:20,011@c | She writ today, she will$1$ come tomorrow." 141:20,012[B ]| Then you consider the adventure 141:20,013[B ]| And think you never shall content her. 141:20,014[B ]| But when you do the inside see, 141:20,015[B ]| You will$1$ find things are but as they should be, 141:20,016[B ]| And that$3$ it is neither love nor passion, 141:20,017[B ]| But only for$4$ your recreation. 141:21,000@@@@@| 141:21,000[' ]| 141:21,001[B ]| I could love thee till I die, 141:21,002[B ]| Wouldst thou love me modestly, 141:21,003[B ]| And never press, whilst I live, 141:21,004[B ]| For$3$ more than willingly I would give: 141:21,005[B ]| Which$6#1$ should sufficient be to$9$ prove 141:21,006[B ]| I would understand the art of love. 141:21,007[B ]| I hate the thing is called enjoyment: 141:21,008[B ]| Besides it is a dull employment, 141:21,009[B ]| It cuts off all that$6#1$ is life and fire 141:21,010[B ]| From that$6#2$ which$6#1$ may be termed desire; 141:21,011[B ]| Just like$4$ the bee whose sting is gone 141:21,012[B ]| Converts the owner to$4$ a drone. 141:21,013[B ]| I love a youth will$1$ give me leave 141:21,014[B ]| His body in$4$ my arms to$9$ wreathe; 141:21,015[B ]| To$9$ press him gently, and to$9$ kiss; 141:21,016[B ]| To$9$ sigh, and look with eyes that$6#1$ wish 141:21,017[B ]| For$4$ what, if I could once obtain, 141:21,018[B ]| I would neglect with flat disdain. 141:21,019[B ]| I would give him liberty to$9$ toy 141:21,020[B ]| And play with me, and count it joy. 141:21,021[B ]| Our freedom should be full complete, 141:21,022[B ]| And nothing wanting but the feat. 141:21,023[B ]| Let us practise, then, and we shall prove 141:21,024[B ]| These are the only sweets of love. 141:22,000@@@@@| 141:22,000[' ]| 141:22,001[' ]| As Chloris full of harmless thought 141:22,002[' ]| Beneath the willows lay, 141:22,003[' ]| Kind love a comely shepherd brought 141:22,004[' ]| To$9$ pass the time away. 141:22,005[' ]| She blushed to$9$ be encountered so$5#2$ 141:22,006[' ]| And chid the amorous swain, 141:22,007[' ]| But as she strove to$9$ rise and go, 141:22,008[' ]| He pulled her back again. 141:22,009[' ]| A sudden passion seized her heart 141:22,010[' ]| In$4$ spite of her disdain; 141:22,011[' ]| She found a pulse in$4$ every part, 141:22,012[' ]| And love in$4$ every vein. 141:22,013[B ]| "Ah, youth!" 141:22,013[' ]| quoth she, 141:22,013[B ]| "What charms are these 141:22,014[B ]| That$6#1$ conquer and surprise? 141:22,015[B ]| Ah, let me ~~ for$3$ unless you please, 141:22,016[B ]| I have no$2$ power to$9$ rise." 141:22,017[' ]| She faintly spoke, and trembling lay, 141:22,018[' ]| For$4$ fear he should comply, 141:22,019[' ]| But virgin's eyes their hearts betray 141:22,020[' ]| And give their tongues the lie. 141:22,021[' ]| Thus she, who$6#1$ princes had denied 141:22,022[' ]| With all their pompous train, 141:22,023[' ]| Was in$4$ the lucky minute tried 141:22,024[' ]| And yielded to$4$ the swain. 141:23,000@@@@@| 141:23,000[' ]| 141:23,001[' ]| Fair Chloris in$4$ a pigsty lay; 141:23,002[' ]| Her tender herd lay by$4$ her. 141:23,003[' ]| She slept; in$4$ murmuring gruntlings they, 141:23,004[' ]| Complaining of the scorching day, 141:23,005[' ]| Her slumbers thus inspire. 141:23,006[' ]| She dreamt whilst she with careful pains 141:23,007[' ]| Her snowy arms employed 141:23,008[' ]| In$4$ ivory pails to$9$ fill out grains, 141:23,009[' ]| One of her love-convicted swains 141:23,010[' ]| Thus hasting to$4$ her cried: 141:23,011[C ]| "Fly, nymph! Oh, fly before it is too late 141:23,012[C ]| A dear, loved life to$9$ save; 141:23,013[C ]| Rescue your bosom pig from fate 141:23,014[C ]| Who$6#1$ now expires, hung in$4$ the gate 141:23,015[C ]| That$6#1$ leads to$4$ Flora's cave. 141:23,016[C ]| "Myself had tried to$9$ set him free 141:23,017[C ]| Rather than brought the news, 141:23,018[C ]| But I am so$5#1$ abhorred by$4$ thee 141:23,019[C ]| That$3$ even thy darling's life from me 141:23,020[C ]| I know thou wouldst refuse." 141:23,021[' ]| Struck with the news, as quick she flies 141:23,022[' ]| As blushes to$4$ her face; 141:23,023[' ]| Not the bright lightning from the skies, 141:23,024[' ]| Nor love, shot from her brighter eyes, 141:23,025[' ]| Move half so$5#1$ swift a pace. 141:23,026[' ]| This plot, it seems, the lustful slave 141:23,027[' ]| Had laid against her honor, 141:23,028[' ]| Which$6#1$ not one god took care to$9$ save, 141:23,029[' ]| For$3$ he pursues her to$4$ the cave 141:23,030[' ]| And throws himself upon$4$ her. 141:23,031[' ]| Now pierced is her virgin zone; 141:23,032[' ]| She feels the foe within it. 141:23,033[' ]| She hears a broken amorous groan, 141:23,034[' ]| The panting lover's fainting moan, 141:23,035[' ]| Just in$4$ the happy minute. 141:23,036[' ]| Frighted she wakes, and waking frigs. 141:23,037[' ]| Nature thus kindly eased 141:23,038[' ]| In$4$ dreams raised by$4$ her murmuring pigs 141:23,039[' ]| And her own thumb between her legs, 141:23,040[' ]| She is innocent and pleased. 141:24,000@@@@@| 141:24,000[' ]| 141:24,001[A ]| What cruel pains Corinna takes 141:24,002[A ]| To$9$ force that$6#2$ harmless frown; 141:24,003[A ]| When not one charm her face forsakes, 141:24,004[A ]| Love can not lose his own. 141:24,005[A ]| So$5#1$ sweet a face, so$5#1$ soft a heart, 141:24,006[A ]| Such eyes, so$5#1$ very kind, 141:24,007[A ]| Betray, alas! the silly art 141:24,008[A ]| Virtue had ill designed. 141:24,009[A ]| Poor feeble tyrant, who$6#1$ in$4$ vain 141:24,010[A ]| Would proudly take upon$4$ her, 141:24,011[A ]| Against kind nature, to$9$ maintain 141:24,012[A ]| Affected rules of honor. 141:24,013[A ]| The scorn she bears so$5#1$ helpless proves, 141:24,014[A ]| When I plead passion to$4$ her, 141:24,015[A ]| That$3$ much she fears, but more she loves, 141:24,016[A ]| Her vassal should undo her. 141:25,000@@@@@| 141:25,000[' ]| 141:25,001[A ]| Phyllis, be gentler, I advise; 141:25,002[A ]| Make up$5$ for$4$ time misspent: 141:25,003[A ]| When beauty on$4$ its deathbed lies, 141:25,004[A ]| It is high time to$9$ repent. 141:25,005[A ]| Such is the malice of your fate: 141:25,006[A ]| That$6#1$ makes you old so$5#1$ soon, 141:25,007[A ]| Your pleasure ever comes too late, 141:25,008[A ]| How early ever begun. 141:25,009[A ]| Think what a wretched thing is she 141:25,010[A ]| Whose stars contrive, in$4$ spite, 141:25,011[A ]| The morning of her love should be 141:25,012[A ]| Her fading beauty's night. 141:25,013[A ]| Then, if to$9$ make your ruin more, 141:25,014[A ]| You will$1$ peevishly be coy, 141:25,015[A ]| Die with the scandal of a whore 141:25,016[A ]| And never know the joy. 141:26,000@@@@@| 141:26,000[' ]| 141:26,001[A ]| Could I but make my wishes insolent, 141:26,002[A ]| And force some image of a false content! 141:26,003[A ]| But they, like$4$ me, bashful and humble grown, 141:26,004[A ]| Hover at distance about beauty's throne; 141:26,005[A ]| There worship and admire, and then they die 141:26,006[A ]| Daring no$2$ more lay hold of her than I. 141:26,007[A ]| Reason to$4$ worth bears a submissive spirit, 141:26,008[A ]| But fools can be familiar with merit. 141:26,009[A ]| Who$6#2$ but that$6#2$ blundering blockhead Pha+ethon 141:26,010[A ]| Could ever have thought to$9$ drive about the sun? 141:26,011[A ]| Just such another durst make love to$4$ you 141:26,012[A ]| Whom not ambition led, but dullness drew. 141:26,013[A ]| No$2$ amorous thought could his dull heart incline, 141:26,014[A ]| But he would have a passion, for$3$ it was fine! 141:26,015[A ]| That$6#2$, a new suit, and what he next must say 141:26,016[A ]| Runs in$4$ his idle head the livelong day. 141:26,017[A ]| Hard-hearted saint! since it is your will$0$ to$9$ be 141:26,018[A ]| So$5#1$ unrelenting pitiless to$4$ me, 141:26,019[A ]| Regardless of a love so$5#1$ many years 141:26,020[A ]| Preserved betwixt lingering hopes and awful fears 141:26,021[A ]| (Such fears in$4$ lovers' breasts high value claims, 141:26,022[A ]| And such expiring martyrs feel in$4$ flames; 141:26,023[A ]| My hopes yourself contrived, with cruel care, 141:26,024[A ]| Through gentle smiles to$9$ lead me to$4$ despair), 141:26,025[A ]| It is some relief, in$4$ my extreme distress, 141:26,026[A ]| My rival is below your power to$9$ bless. 141:27,000@@@@@| 141:27,000[' ]| 141:27,001[A ]| She yields, she yields! Pale Envy said amen: 141:27,002[A ]| The first of women to$4$ the last of men. 141:27,003[A ]| Just so$5#2$ those frailer beings, angels, fell; 141:27,004[A ]| There is no$2$ midway, it seems, betwixt heaven and hell. 141:27,005[A ]| Was it your end, in$4$ making her, to$9$ show 141:27,006[A ]| Things must be raised so$5#1$ high to$9$ fall so$5#1$ low? 141:27,007[A ]| Since her nor angels their own worth secures, 141:27,008[A ]| Look to$4$ it, gods! the next turn must be yours. 141:27,009[A ]| You who$6#1$ in$4$ careless scorn laughed at the ways 141:27,010[A ]| Of humble love, and called them rude essays, 141:27,011[A ]| Could you submit to$9$ let this heavy thing, 141:27,012[A ]| Artless and witless, no$2$ way meriting ... 141:28,000@@@@@| 141:28,000[' ]| 141:28,000[' ]| <1.> 141:28,001[A ]| Great Mother of Aeneas, and of Love; 141:28,002[A ]| Delight of mankind, and the powers above; 141:28,003[A ]| Who$6#1$ all beneath those sprinkled drops of light 141:28,004[A ]| Which$6#1$ slide upon$4$ the face of gloomy night, 141:28,005[A ]| Whither vast regions of that$6#2$ liquid world 141:28,006[A ]| Where groves of ships on$4$ watery hills are hurled, 141:28,007[A ]| Or fruitful earth, dost bless, since it is by$4$ thee 141:28,008[A ]| That$3$ all things live which$6#1$ the bright sun does see... 141:28,000[' ]| <2.> 141:28,009[A ]| The gods, by$4$ right of nature, must possess 141:28,010[A ]| An everlasting age of perfect peace; 141:28,011[A ]| Far off removed from us and our affairs; 141:28,012[A ]| Neither approached by$4$ dangers, or by$4$ cares; 141:28,013[A ]| Rich in$4$ themselves, to$4$ whom we can not add; 141:28,014[A ]| Not pleased by$4$ good deeds, nor provoked by$4$ bad. 141:29,000@@@@@| 141:29,000[' ]| 141:29,001[A ]| O Love! how cold and slow to$9$ take my part, 141:29,002[A ]| Thou idle wanderer about my heart. 141:29,003[A ]| Why thy old faithful soldier wilt thou see 141:29,004[A ]| Oppressed in$4$ my own tents? They murder me. 141:29,005[A ]| Thy flames consume, thy arrows pierce thy friends; 141:29,006[A ]| Rather, on$4$ foes pursue more noble ends. 141:29,007[A ]| Achilles' sword would generously bestow 141:29,008[A ]| A cure as certain as it gave the blow. 141:29,009[A ]| Hunters who$6#1$ follow flying game give over 141:29,010[A ]| When the prey is caught; hope still leads on$5$ before. 141:29,011[A ]| We thine own slaves feel thy tyrannic blows, 141:29,012[A ]| Whilst thy tame hand is unmoved against thy foes. 141:29,013[A ]| On$4$ men disarmed how can you gallant prove? 141:29,014[A ]| And I was long ago disarmed by$4$ love. 141:29,015[A ]| Millions of dull men live, and scornful maids: 141:29,016[A ]| We will$1$ own Love valiant when he these invades. 141:29,017[A ]| Rome from each corner of the wide world snatched 141:29,018[A ]| A laurel; else it had been to$4$ this day thatched. 141:29,019[A ]| But the old soldier has his resting place, 141:29,020[A ]| And the good battered horse is turned to$4$ grass. 141:29,021[A ]| The harassed whore, who$6#1$ lived a wretch to$9$ please, 141:29,022[A ]| Has leave to$9$ be a bawd, and take her ease. 141:29,023[A ]| For$4$ me, then, who$6#1$ have freely spent my blood, 141:29,024[A ]| Love, in$4$ thy service, and so$5#1$ boldly stood 141:29,025[A ]| In$4$ Celia's trenches, were it not wisely done 141:29,026[A ]| Even to$9$ retire, and live at peace at home? 141:29,027[A ]| No$7$! Might I gain a godhead to$9$ disclaim 141:29,028[A ]| My glorious title to$4$ my endless flame, 141:29,029[A ]| Divinity with scorn I would forswear, 141:29,030[A ]| Such sweet, dear, tempting mischiefs women are. 141:29,031[A ]| Whenever those flames grow faint, I quickly find 141:29,032[A ]| A fierce black storm pour down upon$4$ my mind. 141:29,033[A ]| Headlong I am hurled, like$4$ horsemen who$6#1$ in$4$ vain 141:29,034[A ]| Their fury-foaming coursers would restrain. 141:29,035[A ]| As ships, just when the harbor they attain, 141:29,036[A ]| By$4$ sudden blasts are snatched to$4$ sea again, 141:29,037[A ]| So$3$ Love's fantastic storms reduce my heart 141:29,038[A ]| Half-rescued, and the god resumes his dart. 141:29,039[A ]| Strike here, this undefended bosom wound, 141:29,040[A ]| And for$4$ so$5#1$ brave a conquest be renowned. 141:29,041[A ]| Shafts fly so$5#1$ fast to$4$ me from every part, 141:29,042[A ]| You will$1$ scarce discern your quiver from my heart. 141:29,043[A ]| What wretch can bear a livelong night's dull rest, 141:29,044[A ]| Or think himself in$4$ lazy slumbers blessed? 141:29,045[A ]| Fool! Is not sleep the image of pale death? 141:29,046[A ]| There is time for$4$ rest when fate has stopped your breath. 141:29,047[A ]| Me may my soft deluding dear deceive: 141:29,048[A ]| I am happy in$4$ my hopes whilst I believe. 141:29,049[A ]| Now let her flatter, then as fondly chide; 141:29,050[A ]| Often may I enjoy, oft be denied. 141:29,051[A ]| With doubtful steps the god of war does move 141:29,052[A ]| By$4$ thy example led, ambiguous Love. 141:29,053[A ]| Blown to$8$ and fro like$4$ down from thy own wing, 141:29,054[A ]| Who$6#2$ knows when joy or anguish thou wilt bring? 141:29,055[A ]| Yet at thy mother's and thy slave's request, 141:29,056[A ]| Fix an eternal empire in$4$ my breast; 141:29,057[A ]| And let the inconstant charming sex, 141:29,058[A ]| Whose wilful scorn does lovers vex, 141:29,059[A ]| Submit their hearts before thy throne: 141:29,060[A ]| The vassal world is then thy own. 141:30,000@@@@@| 141:30,000[' ]| 141:30,001[A ]| Naked she lay, clasped in$4$ my longing arms, 141:30,002[A ]| I filled with love, and she all over charms; 141:30,003[A ]| Both equally inspired with eager fire, 141:30,004[A ]| Melting through kindness, flaming in$4$ desire. 141:30,005[A ]| With arms, legs, lips close clinging to$9$ embrace, 141:30,006[A ]| She clips me to$4$ her breast, and sucks me to$4$ her face. 141:30,007[A ]| Her nimble tongue, Love's lesser lightning, played 141:30,008[A ]| Within my mouth, and to$4$ my thoughts conveyed 141:30,009[A ]| Swift orders that$3$ I should prepare to$9$ throw 141:30,010[A ]| The all-dissolving thunderbolt below. 141:30,011[A ]| My fluttering soul, sprung with the pointed kiss, 141:30,012[A ]| Hangs hovering over her balmy brinks of bliss. 141:30,013[A ]| But whilst her busy hand would guide that$6#2$ part 141:30,014[A ]| Which$6#1$ should convey my soul up$5$ to$4$ her heart, 141:30,015[A ]| In$4$ liquid raptures I dissolve all over, 141:30,016[A ]| Melt into sperm, and spend at every pore. 141:30,017[A ]| A touch from any part of her had done it: 141:30,018[A ]| Her hand, her foot, her very look is a cunt. 141:30,019[A ]| Smiling, she chides in$4$ a kind murmuring noise, 141:30,020[A ]| And from her body wipes the clammy joys, 141:30,021[A ]| When, with a thousand kisses wandering over 141:30,022[A ]| My panting bosom, 141:30,022@v | "Is there then no$2$ more?" 141:30,023[A ]| She cries. 141:30,023@v | "All this to$4$ love and rapture is due; 141:30,024@v | Must we not pay a debt to$4$ pleasure too?" 141:30,025[A ]| But I, the most forlorn, lost man alive, 141:30,026[A ]| To$9$ show my wished obedience vainly strive: 141:30,027[A ]| I sigh, alas! and kiss, but can not swive. 141:30,028[A ]| Eager desires confound my first intent, 141:30,029[A ]| Succeeding shame does more success prevent, 141:30,030[A ]| And rage at last confirms me impotent. 141:30,031[A ]| Even her fair hand, which$6#1$ might bid heat return 141:30,032[A ]| To$4$ frozen age, and make cold hermits burn, 141:30,033[A ]| Applied to$4$ my dead cinder, warms no$2$ more 141:30,034[A ]| Than fire to$4$ ashes could past flames restore. 141:30,035[A ]| Trembling, confused, despairing, limber, dry, 141:30,036[A ]| A wishing, weak, unmoving lump I lie. 141:30,037[A ]| This dart of love, whose piercing point, oft tried, 141:30,038[A ]| With virgin blood ten thousand maids have died; 141:30,039[A ]| Which$6#1$ nature still directed with such art 141:30,040[A ]| That$3$ it through every cunt reached every heart ~~ 141:30,041[A ]| Stiffly resolved, it would carelessly invade 141:30,042[A ]| Woman or man, nor ought its fury stayed: 141:30,043[A ]| Wherever it pierced, a cunt it found or made ~~ 141:30,044[A ]| Now languid lies in$4$ this unhappy hour, 141:30,045[A ]| Shrunk up$5$ and sapless like$4$ a withered flower. 141:30,046[A ]| Thou treacherous, base deserter of my flame, 141:30,047[A ]| False to$4$ my passion, fatal to$4$ my fame, 141:30,048[A ]| Through what mistaken magic dost thou prove 141:30,049[A ]| So$5#1$ true to$4$ lewdness, so$5#1$ untrue to$4$ love? 141:30,050[A ]| What oyster-cinder-beggar-common whore 141:30,051[A ]| Didst thou ever fail in$4$ all thy life before? 141:30,052[A ]| When vice, disease, and scandal lead the way, 141:30,053[A ]| With what officious haste dost thou obey! 141:30,054[A ]| Like$4$ a rude, roaring hector in$4$ the streets 141:30,055[A ]| Who$6#1$ scuffles, cuffs, and justles all he meets, 141:30,056[A ]| But if his King or country claim his aid, 141:30,057[A ]| The rakehell villain shrinks and hides his head; 141:30,058[A ]| Even so$5#2$ thy brutal valor is displayed, 141:30,059[A ]| Breaks every stew, does each small whore invade, 141:30,060[A ]| But when great Love the onset does command, 141:30,061[A ]| Base recreant to$4$ thy prince, thou darest not stand. 141:30,062[A ]| Worst part of me, and henceforth hated most, 141:30,063[A ]| Through all the town a common fucking post, 141:30,064[A ]| On$4$ whom each whore relieves her tingling cunt 141:30,065[A ]| As hogs on$4$ gates do rub themselves and grunt, 141:30,066[A ]| Mayst thou to$4$ ravenous chancres be a prey, 141:30,067[A ]| Or in$4$ consuming weepings waste away; 141:30,068[A ]| May strangury and stone thy days attend; 141:30,069[A ]| Mayst thou never piss, who$6#1$ didst refuse to$9$ spend 141:30,070[A ]| When all my joys did on$4$ false thee depend. 141:30,071[A ]| And may ten thousand abler pricks agree 141:30,072[A ]| To$9$ do the wronged Corinna right for$4$ thee. 141:31,000@@@@@| 141:31,000[' ]| 141:31,001[A ]| Much wine had passed, with grave discourse 141:31,002[A ]| Of who$6#1$ fucks who$6#1$, and who$6#1$ does worse 141:31,003[A ]| (Such as you usually do hear 141:31,004[A ]| From those that$6#1$ diet at the*Bear), 141:31,005[A ]| When I, who$6#1$ still take care to$9$ see 141:31,006[A ]| Drunkenness relieved by$4$ lechery, 141:31,007[A ]| Went out into St%*James's*Park 141:31,008[A ]| To$9$ cool my head and fire my heart. 141:31,009[A ]| But though St%*James has the honor on$4$ it, 141:31,010[A ]| It is consecrate to$4$ prick and cunt. 141:31,011[A ]| There, by$4$ a most incestuous birth, 141:31,012[A ]| Strange woods spring from the teeming earth; 141:31,013[A ]| For$3$ they relate how heretofore, 141:31,014[A ]| When ancient Pict began to$9$ whore, 141:31,015[A ]| Deluded of his assignation 141:31,016[A ]| (Jilting, it seems, was then in$4$ fashion), 141:31,017[A ]| Poor pensive lover, in$4$ this place 141:31,018[A ]| Would frig upon$4$ his mother's face; 141:31,019[A ]| Whence rows of mandrakes tall did rise 141:31,020[A ]| Whose lewd tops fucked the very skies. 141:31,021[A ]| Each imitative branch does twine 141:31,022[A ]| In$4$ some loved fold of Aretine, 141:31,023[A ]| And nightly now beneath their shade 141:31,024[A ]| Are buggeries, rapes, and incests made. 141:31,025[A ]| Unto this all-sin-sheltering grove 141:31,026[A ]| Whores of the bulk and the alcove, 141:31,027[A ]| Great ladies, chambermaids, and drudges, 141:31,028[A ]| The ragpicker, and heiress trudges. 141:31,029[A ]| Carmen, divines, great lords, and tailors, 141:31,030[A ]| Prentices, poets, pimps, and jailers, 141:31,031[A ]| Footmen, fine fops do here arrive, 141:31,032[A ]| And here promiscuously they swive. 141:31,033[A ]| Along these hallowed walks it was 141:31,034[A ]| That$3$ I beheld Corinna pass. 141:31,035[A ]| Whoever had been by$5$ to$9$ see 141:31,036[A ]| The proud disdain she cast on$4$ me 141:31,037[A ]| Through charming eyes, he would have swore 141:31,038[A ]| She dropped from heaven that$6#2$ very hour, 141:31,039[A ]| Forsaking the divine abode 141:31,040[A ]| In$4$ scorn of some despairing god. 141:31,041[A ]| But mark what creatures women are: 141:31,042[A ]| How infinitely vile, when fair! 141:31,043[A ]| Three knights of the elbow and the slur 141:31,044[A ]| With wriggling tails made up$5$ to$4$ her. 141:31,045[A ]| The first was of your Whitehall blades, 141:31,046[A ]| Near kin to$4$ the Mother of the Maids; 141:31,047[A ]| Graced by$4$ whose favour he was able 141:31,048[A ]| To$9$ bring a friend to$4$ the Waiters' table, 141:31,049[A ]| Where he had heard Sir*Edward*Sutton 141:31,050[A ]| Say how the King loved Banstead mutton; 141:31,051[A ]| Since when he would never be brought to$9$ eat 141:31,052[A ]| By$4$ his good will$0$ any other meat. 141:31,053[A ]| In$4$ this, as well as all the rest, 141:31,054[A ]| He ventures to$9$ do like$4$ the best, 141:31,055[A ]| But wanting common sense, the ingredient 141:31,056[A ]| In$4$ choosing well not least expedient, 141:31,057[A ]| Converts abortive imitation 141:31,058[A ]| To$4$ universal affectation. 141:31,059[A ]| Thus he not only eats and talks 141:31,060[A ]| But feels and smells, sits down and walks, 141:31,061[A ]| Nay looks, and lives, and loves by$4$ rote, 141:31,062[A ]| In$4$ an old tawdry birthday coat. 141:31,063[A ]| The second was a Grays*Inn wit, 141:31,064[A ]| A great inhabiter of the pit, 141:31,065[A ]| Where critic-like he sits and squints, 141:31,066[A ]| Steals pocket handkerchiefs, and hints, 141:31,067[A ]| From his neighbour, and the comedy, 141:31,068[A ]| To$4$ court, and pay, his landlady. 141:31,069[A ]| The third, a lady's eldest son 141:31,070[A ]| Within few years of twenty-one, 141:31,071[A ]| Who$6#1$ hopes from his propitious fate, 141:31,072[A ]| Against he comes to$4$ his estate, 141:31,073[A ]| By$4$ these two worthies to$9$ be made 141:31,074[A ]| A most accomplished tearing blade. 141:31,075[A ]| One, in$4$ a strain betwixt tune and nonsense, 141:31,076[A ]| Cries, 141:31,076[W ]| "Madam, I have loved you long since. 141:31,077[W ]| Permit me your fair hand to$9$ kiss"; 141:31,078[A ]| When at her mouth her cunt cries, 141:31,078[X ]| "Yes!" 141:31,079[A ]| In$4$ short, without much more ado, 141:31,080[A ]| Joyful and pleased, away she flew, 141:31,081[A ]| And with these three confounded asses 141:31,082[A ]| From park to$4$ hackney coach she passes. 141:31,083[A ]| So$3$ a proud bitch does lead about 141:31,084[A ]| Of humble curs the amorous rout, 141:31,085[A ]| Who$6#1$ most obsequiously do hunt 141:31,086[A ]| The savory scent of salt-swollen cunt. 141:31,087[A ]| Some power more patient now relate 141:31,088[A ]| The sense of this surprising fate. 141:31,089[A ]| Gods! that$3$ a thing admired by$4$ me 141:31,090[A ]| Should fall to$4$ so$5#1$ much infamy. 141:31,091[A ]| Had she picked out, to$9$ rub her arse on$5$, 141:31,092[A ]| Some stiff-pricked clown or well-hung parson, 141:31,093[A ]| Each job of whose spermatic sluice 141:31,094[A ]| Had filled her cunt with wholesome juice, 141:31,095[A ]| I the proceeding should have praised 141:31,096[A ]| In$4$ hope she had quenched a fire I raised. 141:31,097[A ]| Such natural freedoms are but just: 141:31,098[A ]| There is something dangerous in$4$ mere lust. 141:31,099[A ]| But to$9$ turn damned abandoned jade 141:31,100[A ]| When neither head nor tail persuade; 141:31,101[A ]| To$9$ be a whore in$4$ understanding, 141:31,102[A ]| A passive pot for$4$ fools to$9$ spend in$5$! 141:31,103[A ]| The devil played booty, sure, with thee 141:31,104[A ]| To$9$ bring a blot on$4$ infamy. 141:31,105[A ]| But why am I, of all mankind, 141:31,106[A ]| To$4$ so$5#1$ severe a fate designed? 141:31,107[A ]| Ungrateful! Why this treachery 141:31,108[A ]| To$4$ humble, fond, believing me, 141:31,109[A ]| Who$6#1$ gave you privilege above 141:31,110[A ]| The nice allowances of love? 141:31,111[A ]| Did ever I refuse to$9$ bear 141:31,112[A ]| The meanest part your lust could spare? 141:31,113[A ]| When your lewd cunt came spewing home 141:31,114[A ]| Drenched with the seed of half the town, 141:31,115[A ]| My dram of sperm was supped up$5$ after 141:31,116[A ]| For$4$ the digestive surfeit water. 141:31,117[A ]| Full gorged at another time 141:31,118[A ]| With a vast meal of nasty slime 141:31,119[A ]| Which$6#1$ your devouring cunt had drawn 141:31,120[A ]| From porter's backs and footmen's brawn, 141:31,121[A ]| I was content to$9$ serve you up$5$ 141:31,122[A ]| My ballock-full for$4$ your grace cup, 141:31,123[A ]| Nor ever thought it an abuse 141:31,124[A ]| While you had pleasure for$4$ excuse ~~ 141:31,125[A ]| You that$6#1$ could make my heart away 141:31,126[A ]| For$4$ noise and color, and betray 141:31,127[A ]| The secrets of my tender hours 141:31,128[A ]| To$4$ such knight-errant paramours, 141:31,129[A ]| When, leaning on$4$ your faithless breast, 141:31,130[A ]| Wrapped in$4$ security and rest, 141:31,131[A ]| Soft kindness all my powers did move, 141:31,132[A ]| And reason lay dissolved in$4$ love! 141:31,133[A ]| May stinking vapors choke your womb 141:31,134[A ]| Such as the men you dote upon$4$! 141:31,135[A ]| May your depraved appetite, 141:31,136[A ]| That$6#1$ could in$4$ whiffling fools delight, 141:31,137[A ]| Beget such frenzies in$4$ your mind 141:31,138[A ]| You may go mad for$4$ the north wind, 141:31,139[A ]| And fixing all your hopes upon$4$ it 141:31,140[A ]| To$9$ have him bluster in$4$ your cunt, 141:31,141[A ]| Turn up$5$ your longing arse to$4$ the air 141:31,142[A ]| And perish in$4$ a wild despair! 141:31,143[A ]| But cowards shall forget to$9$ rant, 141:31,144[A ]| Schoolboys to$9$ frig, old whores to$9$ paint; 141:31,145[A ]| The Jesuits' fraternity 141:31,146[A ]| Shall leave the use of buggery; 141:31,147[A ]| Crab-louse, inspired with grace divine, 141:31,148[A ]| From earthly cod to$4$ heaven shall climb; 141:31,149[A ]| Physicians shall believe in$4$ Jesus, 141:31,150[A ]| And disobedience cease to$9$ please us, 141:31,151[A ]| Before I desist with all my power 141:31,152[A ]| To$9$ plague this woman and undo her. 141:31,153[A ]| But my revenge will$1$ best be timed 141:31,154[A ]| When she is married that$6#1$ is limed. 141:31,155[A ]| In$4$ that$6#2$ most lamentable state 141:31,156[A ]| I will$1$ make her feel my scorn and hate: 141:31,157[A ]| Pelt her with scandals, truth or lies, 141:31,158[A ]| And her poor cur with jealousies, 141:31,159[A ]| Till I have torn him from her breech, 141:31,160[A ]| While she whines like$4$ a dog-drawn bitch; 141:31,161[A ]| Loathed and despised, kicked out of the Town 141:31,162[A ]| Into some dirty hole alone, 141:31,163[A ]| To$9$ chew the cud of misery 141:31,164[A ]| And know she owes it all to$4$ me. 141:31,165[A ]| And may no$2$ woman better thrive 141:31,166[A ]| That$6#1$ dares profane the cunt I swive! 141:32,000@@@@@| 141:32,000[' ]| 141:32,001[A ]| Too long the wise Commons have been in$4$ debate 141:32,002[A ]| About money and conscience, those trifles of state, 141:32,003[A ]| Whilst dangerous grievances daily increase, 141:32,004[A ]| And the subject can not riot in$4$ safety and peace; 141:32,005[A ]| Unless, as against Irish cattle before, 141:32,006[A ]| You now make an act to$9$ forbid Irish whore. 141:32,007[A ]| The coots black and white, Clanbrassill and Fox, 141:32,008[A ]| Invade us with impudence, beauty, and pox. 141:32,009[A ]| They carry a fate which$6#1$ no$2$ man can oppose: 141:32,010[A ]| The loss of his heart and the fall of his nose. 141:32,011[A ]| Should he dully resist, yet would each take upon$4$ her 141:32,012[A ]| To$9$ beseech him to$9$ do it, and engage him in$4$ honour. 141:32,013[A ]| O ye merciful powers who$6#1$ of mortals take care, 141:32,014[A ]| Make the women more modest, more sound, or less fair! 141:32,015[A ]| Is it just that$3$ with death cruel love should conspire, 141:32,016[A ]| And our tarses be burnt by$4$ our hearts taking fire? 141:32,017[A ]| There is an end of communion if humble believers 141:32,018[A ]| Must be damned in$4$ the cup like$4$ unworthy receivers. 141:33,000@@@@@| 141:33,000[' ]| 141:33,001[' ]| Quoth the Duchess*of*Cleveland to$4$ counselor Knight, 141:33,002[B ]| "I would fain have a prick, knew I how to$9$ come by$4$ it. 141:33,003[B ]| I desire you will$1$ be secret and give your advice: 141:33,004[B ]| Though cunt be not coy, reputation is nice." 141:33,005[C ]| "To$4$ some cellar in$4$ Sodom Your Grace must retire 141:33,006[C ]| Where porters with black-pots sit round a coal-fire; 141:33,007[C ]| There open your cases, and Your Grace can not fail 141:33,008[C ]| Of a dozen of pricks for$4$ a dozen of ale." 141:33,009[B ]| "Is it so$5#2$?" 141:33,009[' ]| quoth the duchess. 141:33,009[C ]| "Aye, by$4$ God!" 141:33,009[' ]| quoth the whore. 141:33,000[B ]| "Then give me the key that$6#1$ unlocks the back door, 141:33,000[B ]| For$3$ I would rather be fucked by$4$ porters and carmen 141:33,000[B ]| Than thus be abused by$4$ Churchill and Jermyn." 141:34,000@@@@@| 141:34,000[' ]| 141:34,000[' ]| 141:34,001[B ]| Wit has of late took up$5$ a trick to$9$ appear 141:34,002[B ]| Unmannerly, or at the best severe, 141:34,003[B ]| And poets share the fate by$4$ which$6#1$ we fall 141:34,004[B ]| When kindly we attempt to$9$ please you all. 141:34,005[B ]| It is hard your scorn should against such prevail 141:34,006[B ]| Whose ends are to$9$ divert you, though they fail. 141:34,007[B ]| You men would think it an ill-natured jest 141:34,008[B ]| Should we laugh at you when you did your best. 141:34,009[B ]| Then rail not here, though you see reason for$4$ it: 141:34,010[B ]| If wit can find itself no$2$ better sport, 141:34,011[B ]| Wit is a very foolish thing at Court. 141:34,012[B ]| Wit's business is to$9$ please, and not to$9$ fright: 141:34,013[B ]| It is no$2$ wit to$9$ be always in$4$ the right; 141:34,014[B ]| You will$1$ find it none, who$6#1$ dare be so$5#2$ tonight. 141:34,015[B ]| Few so$5#1$ ill-bred will$1$ venture to$4$ a play 141:34,016[B ]| To$9$ spy out faults in$4$ what we women say. 141:34,017[B ]| For$4$ us, no$2$ matter what we speak, but how: 141:34,018[B ]| How kindly can we say, 141:34,018@x | "I hate you now!" 141:34,019[B ]| And for$4$ the men, if you will$1$ laugh at them, do: 141:34,020[B ]| They mind themselves so$5#1$ much, they will$1$ never mind you. 141:34,021[B ]| But why do I descend to$9$ lose a prayer 141:34,022[B ]| On$4$ those small saints in$4$ wit? The god sits \there\. 141:34,000[' ]| 141:34,023[B ]| To$4$ you, great sir, my message hither tends 141:34,024[B ]| From youth and beauty, your allies and friends. 141:34,025[B ]| See my credentials written in$4$ my face: 141:34,026[B ]| They challenge your protection in$4$ this place, 141:34,027[B ]| And hither come with such a force of charms 141:34,028[B ]| As may give check even to$4$ your prosperous arms. 141:34,029[B ]| Millions of cupids, hovering in$4$ the rear, 141:34,030[B ]| Like$4$ eagles following fatal troops appear, 141:34,031[B ]| All waiting for$4$ the slaughter which$6#1$ draws nigh 141:34,032[B ]| Of those bold gazers who$6#1$ this night must die; 141:34,033[B ]| Nor can you escape our soft captivity, 141:34,034[B ]| From which$6#1$ old age alone must set you free. 141:34,035[B ]| Then tremble at the fatal consequence, 141:34,036[B ]| Since it is well known, for$4$ your own part, great prince, 141:34,037[B ]| Against us you still have made a weak defence. 141:34,038[B ]| Be generous and wise, and take our part; 141:34,039[B ]| Remember we have eyes, and you a heart. 141:34,040[B ]| Else you may find, too late, that$3$ we are things 141:34,041[B ]| Born to$9$ kill vassals and to$9$ conquer kings. 141:34,042[B ]| But, oh! to$4$ what vain conquest I pretend 141:34,043[B ]| Whilst Love is our commander, and your friend. 141:34,044[B ]| Our victory your empire more assures, 141:34,045[B ]| For$3$ Love will$1$ ever make the triumph yours. 141:35,000@@@@@| 141:35,000[' ]| 141:35,001[A ]| Love a woman? You are an ass! 141:35,002[A ]| It is a most insipid passion 141:35,003[A ]| To$9$ choose out for$4$ your happiness 141:35,004[A ]| The silliest part of God's creation. 141:35,005[A ]| Let the porter and the groom, 141:35,006[A ]| Things designed for$4$ dirty slaves, 141:35,007[A ]| Drudge in$4$ fair Aurelia's womb 141:35,008[A ]| To$9$ get supplies for$4$ age and graves. 141:35,009[A ]| Farewell, woman! I intend 141:35,010[A ]| Henceforth every night to$9$ sit 141:35,011[A ]| With my lewd, well-natured friend, 141:35,012[A ]| Drinking to$9$ engender wit. 141:35,013[A ]| Then give me health, wealth, mirth, and wine, 141:35,014[A ]| And, if busy love entrenches, 141:35,015[A ]| There is a sweet, soft page of mine 141:35,016[A ]| Does the trick worth forty wenches. 141:36,000@@@@@| 141:36,000[' ]| 141:36,001[A ]| Vulcan, contrive me such a cup 141:36,002[A ]| As Nestor used of old. 141:36,003[A ]| Show all thy skill to$9$ trim it up$5$; 141:36,004[A ]| Damask it round with gold. 141:36,005[A ]| Make it so$5#1$ large that$3$, filled with sack 141:36,006[A ]| Up$5$ to$4$ the swelling brim, 141:36,007[A ]| Vast toasts on$4$ the delicious lake 141:36,008[A ]| Like$4$ ships at sea may swim. 141:36,009[A ]| Engrave no$2$ battle on$4$ his cheek: 141:36,010[A ]| With war I have naught to$9$ do; 141:36,011[A ]| I am none of those that$6#1$ took Maastricht, 141:36,012[A ]| Nor Yarmouth leaguer knew. 141:36,013[A ]| Let it no$2$ name of planets tell, 141:36,014[A ]| Fixed stars or constellations; 141:36,015[A ]| For$3$ I am no$2$ Sir*Sidrophel, 141:36,016[A ]| Nor none of his relations. 141:36,017[A ]| But carve thereon a spreading vine, 141:36,018[A ]| Then add two lovely boys; 141:36,019[A ]| Their limbs in$4$ amorous folds entwine, 141:36,020[A ]| The type of future joys. 141:36,021[A ]| Cupid and Bacchus my saints are: 141:36,022[A ]| May drink and love still reign. 141:36,023[A ]| With wine I wash away my cares, 141:36,024[A ]| And then to$4$ cunt again. 141:37,000@@@@@| 141:37,000[' ]| 141:37,001[A ]| The utmost grace the Greeks could show, 141:37,002[A ]| When to$4$ the Trojans they grew kind, 141:37,003[A ]| Was with their arms to$9$ let them go 141:37,004[A ]| And leave their lingering wives behind. 141:37,005[A ]| They beat the men, and burnt the town: 141:37,006[A ]| Then all the baggage was their own. 141:37,007[A ]| There the kind deity of wine 141:37,008[A ]| Kissed the soft wanton god of love; 141:37,009[A ]| This clapped his wings, that$6#2$ pressed his vine, 141:37,010[A ]| And their best powers united move; 141:37,011[A ]| While each brave Greek embraced his punk, 141:37,012[A ]| Lulled her asleep, and then grew drunk. 141:38,000@@@@@| 141:38,000[A ]| 141:38,001[A ]| You ladies all of merry England 141:38,002[A ]| Who$6#1$ have been to$9$ kiss the duchess's hand; 141:38,003[A ]| Pray, did you lately observe in$4$ the show 141:38,004[A ]| A noble Italian, called Signior*Dildo? 141:38,005[A ]| This Signior was one of her highness's train, 141:38,006[A ]| And helped to$9$ conduct her over the main; 141:38,007[A ]| But now she cries out, 141:38,007@v | to$4$ the duke I will$1$ go, 141:38,008@v | I have no$2$ more need of Signior*Dildo. 141:38,009[A ]| At the sign of the cross, in$4$ Saint*James's*street, 141:38,010[A ]| When next you go thither, to$9$ make yourselves sweet, 141:38,011[A ]| By$4$ buying of powder, gloves, essence or so$5#2$, 141:38,012[A ]| You may chance to$9$ get a sight of Signior*Dildo. 141:38,013[A ]| You will$1$ take him at first for$4$ no$2$ person of note, 141:38,014[A ]| Because he appears in$4$ a plain leather coat; 141:38,015[A ]| But when you his virtuous abilities know, 141:38,016[A ]| You will$1$ fall down and worship Signior*Dildo. 141:38,017[A ]| The Lady*Southesk, heavens prosper her for$4$ it! 141:38,018[A ]| First clothed him in$4$ satin, then sent him to$4$ court; 141:38,019[A ]| But his head in$4$ the circle he scarcely durst show, 141:38,020[A ]| So$5#1$ modest a youth was Signior*Dildo: 141:38,021[A ]| My good Lady*Suffolk, thinking no$2$ harm, 141:38,022[A ]| Had got this poor stranger hid under her arm: 141:38,023[A ]| Lady*Betty by$4$ chance came the secret to$9$ know, 141:38,024[A ]| And from her own mother stole Signior*Dildo. 141:38,025[A ]| The Countess of Falmouth, of whom people tell 141:38,026[A ]| Her footmen wear shirts of a guinea an ell; 141:38,027[A ]| Might save the expense, if she did but know 141:38,028[A ]| How lusty a swinger is Signior*Dildo. 141:38,029[A ]| By$4$ the help of this gallant, the Countess of Rafe, 141:38,030[A ]| Against the fierce harrys, preserved her self safe; 141:38,031[A ]| She stifled him almost beneath her pillow, 141:38,032[A ]| So$5#1$ closely she embraced Signior*Dildo. 141:38,033[A ]| Our dainty fine duchesses have got a trick, 141:38,034[A ]| To$9$ dote on$4$ a fool, for$4$ the sake of his prick: 141:38,035[A ]| The fops were undone, did their graces but know 141:38,036[A ]| The discretion and vigour of Signior*Dildo. 141:38,037[A ]| That$6#2$ pattern of virtue, her grace of Cleveland, 141:38,038[A ]| Has swallowed more pricks, then the ocean has sand; 141:38,039[A ]| But by$4$ rubbing and scrubbing, so$5#1$ large it does grow, 141:38,040[A ]| It is fit for$4$ just nothing but Signior*Dildo. 141:38,041[A ]| The duchess of Modena, though she looks high, 141:38,042[A ]| With such a gallant is contented to$9$ lye: 141:38,043[A ]| And, for$4$ fear the english her secrets should know, 141:38,044[A ]| For$4$ a gentleman-usher took Signior*Dildo. 141:38,045[A ]| The Countess of the cockpit, who$6#2$ knows not her name? 141:38,046[A ]| She is famous in$4$ story for$4$ a killing dame: 141:38,047[A ]| When all her old lovers forsake her, I trow, 141:38,048[A ]| She will$1$ then be contented with her doughty Dildo. 141:38,049[A ]| Red Howard, red Sheldon, and Temple so$5#1$ tall, 141:38,050[A ]| Complain of his absence so$5#1$ long from Whitehall: 141:38,051[A ]| Signior*Bernard has promised a journey to$9$ go, 141:38,052[A ]| And bring back his countryman Signior*Dildo. 141:38,053[A ]| Doll*Howard no$2$ longer with his highness must range; 141:38,054[A ]| And therefore is proffered this civil exchange; 141:38,055[A ]| Her teeth being rotten, she smells best below, 141:38,056[A ]| And needs must be fittest for$4$ Signior*Dildo. 141:38,057[A ]| Saint*Albans, with wrinkles and smiles in$4$ his face, 141:38,058[A ]| Whose kindness to$4$ strangers becomes his high place, 141:38,059[A ]| With his coach and six horses is gone to$4$ pergo, 141:38,060[A ]| To$9$ take the fresh air with Signior*Dildo. 141:38,061[A ]| Were this Signior but known to$4$ the citizen fops, 141:38,062[A ]| He would keep their fine wives from their foremen of shops; 141:38,063[A ]| But the rascals deserve their horns should still grow, 141:38,064[A ]| For$4$ burning the pope, and his nephew Dildo. 141:38,065[A ]| Tom*Killigrew's wife, North Holland's fine flower, 141:38,066[A ]| At the sight of this Signior did fart and belch sower: 141:38,067[A ]| And then her Dutch breeding farther to$9$ show 141:38,068[A ]| Says, 141:38,068@d | welcome to$4$ england myn*hier*van Dildo. 141:38,069[A ]| He civilly came to$4$ the cockpit one night, 141:38,070[A ]| And proffered his service to$4$ fair Madam Knight: 141:38,071[A ]| Quoth she, 141:38,071@v | I intrigue with Captain*Cazzo, 141:38,072@v | Your nose in$4$ mine arse good seignr*Dildo. 141:38,073[A ]| This Signior is sound, safe, ready, and dumb, 141:38,074[A ]| As ever was candle, carrot, or thumb: 141:38,075[A ]| Then away with these nasty devices, and show 141:38,076[A ]| How you rate the just merits of Signior*Dildo. 141:38,077[A ]| Count*Cazzo, who$6#1$ carries his nose very high, 141:38,078[A ]| In$4$ passion he swore his rival should die: 141:38,079[A ]| Then shut up$5$ himself, to$9$ let the world know 141:38,080[A ]| Flesh and blood could not bear it from Signior*Dildo. 141:38,081[A ]| A rabble of pricks, who$6#1$ were welcome before, 141:38,082[A ]| Now finding the porter denied them the door; 141:38,083[A ]| Mischievously waited his coming below, 141:38,084[A ]| And inhumanely fell upon$4$ Signior*Dildo. 141:38,085[A ]| Nigh wearied out, the poor stranger did fly, 141:38,086[A ]| And along the Pall*Mall they followed full cry: 141:38,087[A ]| The women concerned, from every window, 141:38,088[A ]| Cried, 141:38,088@x | oh, for$4$ heaven's sake, save Signior*Dildo! 141:38,089[A ]| The good Lady*Sands burst into a laughter, 141:38,090[A ]| To$9$ see how the bollocks came wobbling after; 141:38,091[A ]| And had not their weight retarded the foe, 141:38,092[A ]| Indeed, it had gone hard with Signior*Dildo. 141:39,000@@@@@| 141:39,000[' ]| 141:39,001[A ]| In$4$ the isle of Britain, long since famous grown 141:39,002[A ]| For$4$ breeding the best cunts in$4$ Christendom, 141:39,003[A ]| There reigns, and oh! long may he reign and thrive, 141:39,004[A ]| The easiest King and best-bred man alive. 141:39,005[A ]| Him no$2$ ambition moves to$9$ get renown 141:39,006[A ]| Like$4$ the French fool, that$6#1$ wanders up$5$ and down 141:39,007[A ]| Starving his people, hazarding his crown. 141:39,008[A ]| Peace is his aim, his gentleness is such, 141:39,009[A ]| And love he loves, for$3$ he loves fucking much. 141:39,010[A ]| Nor are his desires above his strength: 141:39,011[A ]| His sceptre and his prick are of a length; 141:39,012[A ]| And she may sway the one who$6#1$ plays with the other, 141:39,013[A ]| And make him little wiser than his brother. 141:39,014[A ]| Poor prince! thy prick, like$4$ thy buffoons at Court, 141:39,015[A ]| Will$1$ govern thee because it makes thee sport. 141:39,016[A ]| It is sure the sauciest prick that$6#1$ ever did swive, 141:39,017[A ]| The proudest, peremptoriest prick alive. 141:39,018[A ]| Though safety, law, religion, life lay on$4$ it, 141:39,019[A ]| It would break through all to$9$ make its way to$4$ cunt. 141:39,020[A ]| Restless he rolls about from whore to$4$ whore, 141:39,021[A ]| A merry monarch, scandalous and poor. 141:39,022[A ]| To$4$ Carwell, the most dear of all his dears, 141:39,023[A ]| The best relief of his declining years, 141:39,024[A ]| Oft he bewails his fortune, and her fate: 141:39,025[A ]| To$9$ love so$5#1$ well, and be beloved so$5#1$ late. 141:39,026[A ]| For$3$ though he in$4$ her settles well his tarse, 141:39,027[A ]| Yet his dull, graceless ballocks hang an arse. 141:39,028[A ]| This you would believe, had I but time to$9$ tell ye 141:39,029[A ]| The pains it costs to$4$ poor, laborious Nelly, 141:39,030[A ]| Whilst she employs hands, fingers, mouth and thighs, 141:39,031[A ]| Before she can raise the member she enjoys. 141:39,032[A ]| All monarchs I hate, and the thrones they sit on$4$, 141:39,033[A ]| From the hector of France to$4$ the cully of Britain. 141:40,000@@@@@| 141:40,000[' ]| 141:40,001[A ]| What, Timon, does old age begin to$9$ approach 141:40,002[A ]| That$3$ thus thou droopest under a night's debauch? 141:40,003[A ]| Hast thou lost deep to$4$ needy rogues on$4$ tick 141:40,004[A ]| Who$6#1$ never could pay and must be paid next week? 141:40,005[B ]| Neither, alas; but a dull dining sot 141:40,006[B ]| Seized me in$4$ the Mall who$6#1$ just my name had got. 141:40,007[B ]| He runs upon$4$ me, cries: 141:40,007@c | ""Dear rogue, I am thine! 141:40,008@c | With me some wits of thy acquaintance dine."" 141:40,009[B ]| I tell him I am engaged, but, as a whore 141:40,010[B ]| With modesty enslaves her spark the more, 141:40,011[B ]| The longer I denied, the more he pressed. 141:40,012[B ]| At last I even consent to$9$ be his guest. 141:40,013[B ]| He takes me in$4$ his coach and as we go 141:40,014[B ]| Pulls out a libel of a sheet or two, 141:40,015[B ]| Insipid as The*Praise*of*Pious*Queens 141:40,016[B ]| Or Shadwell's unassisted former scenes, 141:40,017[B ]| Which$6#1$ he admired and praised at every line: 141:40,018[B ]| At last it was so$5#1$ sharp it must be mine. 141:40,019[B ]| I vowed I was no$2$ more a wit than he, 141:40,020[B ]| Unpractised and unblessed in$4$ poetry: 141:40,021[B ]| A song to$4$ Phyllis I perhaps might make 141:40,022[B ]| But never rhymed but for$4$ my pintle's sake. 141:40,023[B ]| I envied no$2$ man's fortune nor his fame, 141:40,024[B ]| Nor ever thought of a revenge so$5#1$ tame. 141:40,025[B ]| He knew my style, he swore, and it was in$4$ vain 141:40,026[B ]| Thus to$9$ deny the issue of my brain. 141:40,027[B ]| Choked with his flattery, I no$2$ answer make 141:40,028[B ]| But silent leave him to$4$ his dear mistake, 141:40,029[B ]| Which$6#1$ he by$4$ this has spread over the whole town 141:40,030[B ]| And me with an officious lie undone. 141:40,031[B ]| Of a well-meaning fool I am most afraid 141:40,032[B ]| Who$6#1$ sillily repeats what was well said. 141:40,033[B ]| But this was not the worst: when he came home, 141:40,034[B ]| He asked 141:40,034@c | ""Are Sedley, Buckhurst, Savile come?"" 141:40,035[B ]| No$7$, but there were above Halfwit and Huff, 141:40,036[B ]| Kickum and Dingboy: 141:40,036@c | ""Oh, it is well enough! 141:40,037@c | They are all brave fellows!"", 141:40,037[B ]| cries mine host, 141:40,037@c | ""Let us dine! 141:40,038@c | I long to$9$ have my belly full of wine. 141:40,039@c | They will$1$ write and fight I dare assure you: 141:40,040@c | They are men \7tam*Marte*quam*Mercurio.\"" 141:40,041[B ]| I saw my error, but it was now too late: 141:40,042[B ]| No$2$ means nor hopes appear of a retreat. 141:40,043[B ]| Well, we salute and each man takes his seat. 141:40,044@c | ""Boy!"", 141:40,044[B ]| says my sot, 141:40,044@c | ""Is my wife ready yet?"" 141:40,045[B ]| A wife, good gods! a fop and bullies too! 141:40,046[B ]| For$4$ one poor meal what must I undergo? 141:40,047[B ]| In$5$ comes my lady straight: she had been fair, 141:40,048[B ]| Fit to$9$ give love and to$9$ prevent despair; 141:40,049[B ]| But age, beauty's incurable disease, 141:40,050[B ]| Had left her more desire than power to$9$ please. 141:40,051[B ]| As cocks will$1$ strike although their spurs be gone, 141:40,052[B ]| She with her old blear eyes to$9$ smite begun. 141:40,053[B ]| Though nothing else, she in$4$ despite of time 141:40,054[B ]| Preserved the affectation of her prime. 141:40,055[B ]| However you began, she brought in$5$ love 141:40,056[B ]| And hardly from that$6#2$ subject would remove. 141:40,057[B ]| We chanced to$9$ speak of the French king's success: 141:40,058[B ]| My lady wondered much how heaven could bless 141:40,059[B ]| A man that$6#1$ loved two women at one time, 141:40,060[B ]| But more how he to$4$ them excused his crime. 141:40,061[B ]| She asked Huff if love's flame he never felt: 141:40,062[B ]| He answered bluntly, 141:40,062@w | ""Do you think I am gelt?"" 141:40,063[B ]| She at his plainness smiled, then turned to$4$ me: 141:40,064@v | ""Love in$4$ young minds precedes even poetry. 141:40,065@v | You to$4$ that$6#2$ passion can no$2$ stranger be; 141:40,066@v | But wits are given to$4$ inconstancy."" 141:40,067[B ]| She had run on$5$, I think, till now, but meat 141:40,068[B ]| Came up$5$ and suddenly she took her seat. 141:40,069[B ]| I thought the dinner would make some amends 141:40,070[B ]| When my good host cries out, 141:40,070@c | ""You are all my friends! 141:40,071@c | Our own plain fare and the best terse the Bull 141:40,072@c | Affords I will$1$ give you and your bellies full. 141:40,073@c | As for$4$ French kickshaws, sillery and champoon, 141:40,074@c | Ragouts and fricassees, in$4$ troth we have none."" 141:40,075@b | ""Here is a good dinner towards"", 141:40,075[B ]| thought I, when straight 141:40,076[B ]| Up$5$ comes a piece of beef, full horseman's weight, 141:40,077[B ]| Hard as the arse of Mosely under which$6#1$ 141:40,078[B ]| The coachman sweats as ridden by$4$ a witch; 141:40,079[B ]| A dish of carrots, each of them as long 141:40,080[B ]| As tool that$6#1$ to$4$ fair countess did belong, 141:40,081[B ]| Which$6#1$ her small pillow could not so$5#1$ well hide 141:40,082[B ]| But visitors his flaming head espied: 141:40,083[B ]| Pig, goose and capon followed in$4$ the rear 141:40,084[B ]| With all that$6#1$ country bumpkins call good cheer, 141:40,085[B ]| Served up$5$ with sauces all of eighty-eight 141:40,086[B ]| When our tough youth wrestled and threw the weight. 141:40,087[B ]| And now the bottle briskly flies about, 141:40,088[B ]| Instead of ice wrapped up$5$ in$4$ a wet clout. 141:40,089[B ]| A brimmer follows the third bit we eat: 141:40,090[B ]| Small beer becomes our drink and wine our meat. 141:40,091[B ]| The table was so$5#1$ large that$3$ in$4$ less space 141:40,092[B ]| A man might safe six old Italians place: 141:40,093[B ]| Each man had as much room as Porter, Blunt, 141:40,094[B ]| Or Harris had in$4$ Cullen's bushel cunt. 141:40,095[B ]| And now the wine began to$9$ work, mine host 141:40,096[B ]| Had been a colonel: we must hear him boast 141:40,097[B ]| Not of towns won but an estate he lost 141:40,098[B ]| For$4$ the King's service, which$6#1$ indeed he spent 141:40,099[B ]| Whoring and drinking, but with good intent. 141:40,100[B ]| He talked much of a plot and money lent 141:40,101[B ]| In$4$ Cromwell's time. My lady, she 141:40,102[B ]| Complained our love was coarse, our poetry 141:40,103[B ]| Unfit for$4$ modest ears: small whores and players 141:40,104[B ]| Were of our harebrained youth the only cares, 141:40,105[B ]| Who$6#1$ were too wild for$4$ any virtuous league, 141:40,106[B ]| Too rotten to$9$ consummate the intrigue. 141:40,107[B ]| Falkland she praised and Suckling's easy pen 141:40,108[B ]| And seemed to$9$ taste their former parts again. 141:40,109[B ]| Mine host drinks to$4$ the best in$4$ Christendom, 141:40,110[B ]| And decently my lady quits the room. 141:40,111[B ]| Left to$4$ ourselves, of several things we prate: 141:40,112[B ]| Some regulate the stage and some the state. 141:40,113[B ]| Halfwit cries up$5$ my lord of Orrery: 141:40,114@w | ""Ah, how well Mustapha and Zanger die! 141:40,115@w | His sense so$5#1$ little forced that$3$ by$4$ one line 141:40,116@w | You may the other easily divine: 141:40,117@w | And which$6#1$ is worse, if any worse can be, 141:40,118@w | He never said one word of it to$4$ me. 141:40,119@w | There is fine poetry! You would swear it were prose, 141:40,120@w | So$5#1$ little on$4$ the sense the rhymes impose."" 141:40,121@w | ""Damn me!"", 141:40,121[B ]| cries Dingboy, 141:40,121@w | ""In$4$ my mind, God's wounds, 141:40,122@w | Etherege writes airy songs and soft lampoons 141:40,123@w | The best of any man; as for$4$ your nouns, 141:40,124@w | Grammar and rules of art, he knows them not, 141:40,125@w | Yet writ two talking plays without one plot."" 141:40,126[B ]| Huff was for$4$ Settle and \Morocco\ praised; 141:40,127[B ]| Said rumbling words like$4$ drums his courage raised: 141:40,128[B ]| Whose broad-built bulks the boisterous billows bear ~~ ~~ 141:40,129[B ]| Zaphee and Sallee, Mogador, Oran, 141:40,130[B ]| The famed Arzile, Alcazar, Tetuan. 141:40,131@w | ""Was ever braver language writ by$4$ man?"" 141:40,132[B ]| Kickum for$4$ Crowne declared, said in$4$ romance 141:40,133[B ]| He had outdone the very wits of France: 141:40,134@w | ""Witness \Pandion\ and his \Charles*the*Eight\, 141:40,135@w | Where a young monarch, careless of his fate, 141:40,136@w | Though foreign troops and rebels shock his state, 141:40,137@w | Complains another sight afflicts him more, 141:40,138@w | Viz% the queen's galleys rowing from the shore, 141:40,139@w | Fitting their oars and tackling to$9$ be gone, 141:40,140@w | Whilst sporting waves smiled on$4$ the rising sun. 141:40,141@w | "Waves smiling on$4$ the sun" ~~ I am sure that$6#2$ is new, 141:40,142@w | And it was well thought on$5$, give the Devil his due."" 141:40,143[B ]| Mine host who$6#1$ had said nothing in$4$ an hour 141:40,144[B ]| Rose up$5$ and praised \The*Indian*Emperor\: 141:40,145@c | ""As if our old world modestly withdrew, 141:40,146@c | And here in$4$ private had brought forth a new. 141:40,147@c | There are two lines! Who$6#2$ but he durst presume 141:40,148@c | To$9$ make the old world a new withdrawing room 141:40,149@c | Where of another world she is brought to$4$ bed? 141:40,150@c | What a brave midwife is a Laureate's head! 141:40,151@c | But pox of all these scribblers! What do ye think: 141:40,152@c | Will$1$ Zouches this year any champoon drink? 141:40,153@c | Will$1$ Turenne fight him?"" 141:40,153@w | ""Without doubt"", 141:40,153[B ]| says Huff, 141:40,154@w | ""When they two meet, their meeting will$1$ be rough."" 141:40,155@w | ""Damn me!"", 141:40,155[B ]| says Dingboy, 141:40,155@w | ""The French cowards are. 141:40,156@w | They pay, but the English, Scots and Swiss make war. 141:40,157@w | In$4$ gaudy troops at a review they shine 141:40,158@w | But dare not with the Germans battle join. 141:40,159@w | What now appears like$4$ courage is not so$5#2$: 141:40,160@w | It is a short pride which$6#1$ from success does grow. 141:40,161@w | On$4$ their first blow they will$1$ shrink into those fears 141:40,162@w | They showed at Crecy, Agincourt, Poitiers. 141:40,163@w | Their loss was infamous: honour so$5#1$ stained 141:40,164@w | Is by$4$ a nation not to$9$ be regained."" 141:40,165@w | ""What they were then, I know not; now they are brave: 141:40,166@w | He that$6#1$ denies it lies and is a slave"", 141:40,167[B ]| Says Huff and frowned. Says Dingboy, 141:40,167@w | ""That$6#2$ do I"" 141:40,168[B ]| And at that$6#2$ word at the other's head let fly 141:40,169[B ]| A greasy plate, when suddenly they all 141:40,170[B ]| Together by$4$ the ears in$4$ parties fall: 141:40,171[B ]| Halfwit with Dingboy joins, Kickum with Huff ~~ 141:40,172[B ]| Their swords were safe and so$3$ we let them cuff 141:40,173[B ]| Till they, mine host and I had all enough. 141:40,174[B ]| Their rage once over, they begin to$9$ treat 141:40,175[B ]| And six fresh bottles must the peace complete. 141:40,176[B ]| I ran downstairs with a vow nevermore 141:40,177[B ]| To$9$ drink bear glass and hear the bullies roar. 141:41,000@@@@@| 141:41,000[' ]| 141:41,001[A ]| At five this morn, when Phoebus raised his head 141:41,002[A ]| From Thetis' lap, I raised myself from bed, 141:41,003[A ]| And mounting steed, I trotted to$4$ the waters, 141:41,004[A ]| The rendezvous of fools, buffoons, and praters, 141:41,005[A ]| Cuckolds, whores, citizens, their wives and daughters. 141:41,006[A ]| My squeamish stomach I with wine had bribed 141:41,007[A ]| To$9$ undertake the dose that$6#1$ was prescribed; 141:41,008[A ]| But turning head, a sudden cursed view 141:41,009[A ]| That$6#2$ innocent provision overthrew, 141:41,010[A ]| And without drinking, made me purge and spew. 141:41,011[A ]| From coach and six a thing unwieldy rolled, 141:41,012[A ]| Whose lumber, cart more decently would hold. 141:41,013[A ]| As wise as calf it looked, as big as bully, 141:41,014[A ]| But handled, proves a mere Sir*Nicholas*Cully; 141:41,015[A ]| A bawling fop, a natural Nokes, and yet 141:41,016[A ]| He dares to$9$ censure as if he had wit. 141:41,017[A ]| To$9$ make him more ridiculous, in$4$ spite 141:41,018[A ]| Nature contrived the fool should be a knight. 141:41,019[A ]| Though he alone were dismal sight enough, 141:41,020[A ]| His train contributed to$9$ set him off, 141:41,021[A ]| All of his shape, all of the selfsame stuff. 141:41,022[A ]| No$2$ spleen or malice need on$4$ them be thrown: 141:41,023[A ]| Nature has done the business of lampoon, 141:41,024[A ]| And in$4$ their looks their characters has shown. 141:41,025[A ]| Endeavoring this irksome sight to$9$ balk, 141:41,026[A ]| And a more irksome noise, their silly talk, 141:41,027[A ]| I silently slunk down to$4$ the Lower*Walk. 141:41,028[A ]| But often when one would Charybdis shun, 141:41,029[A ]| Down upon$4$ Scylla it is one's fate to$9$ run, 141:41,030[A ]| For$3$ here it was my cursed luck to$9$ find 141:41,031[A ]| As great a fop, though of another kind, 141:41,032[A ]| A tall stiff fool that$6#1$ walked in$4$ Spanish guise: 141:41,033[A ]| The buckram puppet never stirred its eyes, 141:41,034[A ]| But grave as owl it looked, as woodcock wise. 141:41,035[A ]| He scorns the empty talking of this mad age, 141:41,036[A ]| And speaks all proverbs, sentences, and adage; 141:41,037[A ]| Can with as much solemnity buy eggs 141:41,038[A ]| As a cabal can talk of their intrigues; 141:41,039[A ]| Master of the Ceremonies, yet can dispense 141:41,040[A ]| With the formality of talking sense. 141:41,041[A ]| From hence unto the upper end I ran, 141:41,042[A ]| Where a new scene of foppery began. 141:41,043[A ]| A tribe of curates, priests, canonical elves, 141:41,044[A ]| Fit company for$4$ none besides themselves, 141:41,045[A ]| We got together. Each his distemper told, 141:41,046[A ]| Scurvy, stone, strangury; some were so$5#1$ bold 141:41,047[A ]| To$9$ charge the spleen to$9$ be their misery, 141:41,048[A ]| And on$4$ that$6#2$ wise disease brought infamy. 141:41,049[A ]| But none had modesty enough to$9$ complain 141:41,050[A ]| Their want of learning, honesty, and brain, 141:41,051[A ]| The general diseases of that$6#2$ train. 141:41,052[A ]| These call themselves ambassadors of heaven, 141:41,053[A ]| And saucily pretend commissions given; 141:41,054[A ]| But should an Indian king, whose small command 141:41,055[A ]| Seldom extends beyond ten miles of land, 141:41,056[A ]| Send forth such wretched tools in$4$ an ambassage, 141:41,057[A ]| He would find but small effects of such a message. 141:41,058[A ]| Listening, I found the cob of all this rabble 141:41,059[A ]| Pert Bays, with his importance comfortable. 141:41,060[A ]| He, being raised to$4$ an archdeaconry 141:41,061[A ]| By$4$ trampling on$4$ religion, liberty, 141:41,062[A ]| Was grown too great, and looked too fat and jolly, 141:41,063[A ]| To$9$ be disturbed with care and melancholy, 141:41,064[A ]| Though Marvell has enough exposed his folly. 141:41,065[A ]| He drank to$9$ carry off some old remains 141:41,066[A ]| His lazy dull distemper left in$4$ his veins. 141:41,067[A ]| Let him drink on$5$, but it is not a whole flood 141:41,068[A ]| Can give sufficient sweetness to$4$ his blood 141:41,069[A ]| To$9$ make his nature or his manners good. 141:41,070[A ]| Next after these, a fulsome Irish crew 141:41,071[A ]| Of silly Macs were offered to$4$ my view. 141:41,072[A ]| The things did talk, but the hearing what they said 141:41,073[A ]| I did myself the kindness to$9$ evade. 141:41,074[A ]| Nature has placed these wretches beneath scorn: 141:41,075[A ]| They can not be called so$5#1$ vile as they are born. 141:41,076[A ]| Amidst the crowd next I myself conveyed, 141:41,077[A ]| For$3$ now were come, whitewash and paint being laid, 141:41,078[A ]| Mother and daughter, mistress and the maid, 141:41,079[A ]| And squire with wig and pantaloon displayed. 141:41,080[A ]| But never could conventicle, play, or fair 141:41,081[A ]| For$4$ a true medley, with this herd compare. 141:41,082[A ]| Here lords, knights, squires, ladies and countesses, 141:41,083[A ]| Chandlers, mum-bacon women, sempstresses 141:41,084[A ]| Were mixed together, nor did they agree 141:41,085[A ]| More in$4$ their humours than their quality. 141:41,086[A ]| Here waiting for$4$ gallant, young damsel stood, 141:41,087[A ]| Leaning on$4$ cane, and muffled up$5$ in$4$ hood. 141:41,088[A ]| The would-be wit, whose business was to$9$ woo, 141:41,089[A ]| With hat removed and solemn scrape of shoe 141:41,090[A ]| Advanceth bowing, then genteelly shrugs, 141:41,091[A ]| And ruffled foretop into order tugs, 141:41,092[A ]| And thus accosts her: 141:41,092[W ]| "Madam, methinks the weather 141:41,093[W ]| Is grown much more serene since you came hither. 141:41,094[W ]| You influence the heavens; but should the sun 141:41,095[W ]| Withdraw himself to$9$ see his rays outdone 141:41,096[W ]| By$4$ your bright eyes, they would supply the morn, 141:41,097[W ]| And make a day before the day be born." 141:41,098[A ]| With mouth screwed up$5$, conceited winking eyes, 141:41,099[A ]| And breasts thrust forward, 141:41,100[V ]| "Lord, sir!" 141:41,100[A ]| she replies. 141:41,101[V ]| "It is your goodness, and not my deserts, 141:41,102[V ]| Which$6#1$ makes you show this learning, wit, and parts." 141:41,103[A ]| He, puzzled, bites his nail, both to$9$ display 141:41,104[A ]| The sparkling ring, and think what next to$9$ say, 141:41,105[A ]| And thus breaks forth afresh: 141:41,105[W ]| "Madam, egad! 141:41,106[W ]| Your luck at cards last night was very bad: 141:41,107[W ]| At cribbage fifty-nine, and the next show 141:41,108[W ]| To$9$ make the game, and yet to$9$ want those two. 141:41,109[W ]| God damn me, madam, I am the son of a whore 141:41,110[W ]| If in$4$ my life I saw the like$0$ before!" 141:41,111[A ]| To$4$ peddler's stall he drags her, and her breast 141:41,112[A ]| With hearts and such-like foolish toys he dressed; 141:41,113[A ]| And then, more smartly to$9$ expound the riddle 141:41,114[A ]| Of all his prattle, gives her a Scotch fiddle. 141:41,115[A ]| Tired with this dismal stuff, away I ran 141:41,116[A ]| Where were two wives, with girl just fit for$4$ man ~~ 141:41,117[A ]| Short-breathed, with pallid lips and visage wan. 141:41,118[A ]| Some curtsies past, and the old compliment 141:41,119[A ]| Of being glad to$9$ see each other, spent, 141:41,120[A ]| With hand in$4$ hand they lovingly did walk, 141:41,121[A ]| And one began thus to$9$ renew the talk: 141:41,122[V ]| "I pray, good madam, if it may be thought 141:41,123[V ]| No$2$ rudeness, what cause was it hither brought 141:41,124[V ]| Your ladyship?" 141:41,124[A ]| She soon replying, smiled, 141:41,125[V ]| "We have a good estate, but have no$2$ child, 141:41,126[V ]| And I am informed these wells will$1$ make a barren 141:41,127[V ]| Woman as fruitful as a cony warren." 141:41,128[A ]| The first returned, 141:41,128[V ]| "For$4$ this cause I am come, 141:41,129[V ]| For$3$ I can have no$2$ quietness at home. 141:41,130[V ]| My husband grumbles though we have got one, 141:41,131[V ]| This poor young girl, and mutters for$4$ a son. 141:41,132[V ]| And this is grieved with headache, pangs, and throes; 141:41,133[V ]| Is full sixteen, and never yet had those." 141:41,134[A ]| She soon replied, 141:41,134[V ]| "Get her a husband, madam: 141:41,135[V ]| I married at that$6#2$ age, and never had had them; 141:41,136[V ]| Was just like$4$ her. Steel waters let alone: 141:41,137[V ]| A back of steel will$1$ bring them better down." 141:41,138[A ]| And ten to$4$ one but they themselves will$1$ try 141:41,139[A ]| The same means to$9$ increase their family. 141:41,140[A ]| Poor foolish fribble, who$6#1$ by$4$ subtlety 141:41,141[A ]| Of midwife, truest friend to$4$ lechery, 141:41,142[A ]| Persuaded art to$9$ be at pains and charge 141:41,143[A ]| To$9$ give thy wife occasion to$9$ enlarge 141:41,144[A ]| Thy silly head! For$3$ here walk Cuff and Kick, 141:41,145[A ]| With brawny back and legs and potent prick, 141:41,146[A ]| Who$6#1$ more substantially will$1$ cure thy wife, 141:41,147[A ]| And on$4$ her half-dead womb bestow new life. 141:41,148[A ]| From these the waters got the reputation 141:41,149[A ]| Of good assistants unto generation. 141:41,150[A ]| Some warlike men were now got into the throng, 141:41,151[A ]| With hair tied back, singing a bawdy song. 141:41,152[A ]| Not much afraid, I got a nearer view, 141:41,153[A ]| And it was my chance to$9$ know the dreadful crew. 141:41,154[A ]| They were cadets, that$6#1$ seldom can appear: 141:41,155[A ]| Damned to$4$ the stint of thirty pounds a year. 141:41,156[A ]| With hawk on$4$ fist, or greyhound led in$4$ hand, 141:41,157[A ]| The dogs and footboys sometimes they command. 141:41,158[A ]| But now, having trimmed a cast-off spavined horse, 141:41,159[A ]| With three hard-pinched-for guineas in$4$ their purse, 141:41,160[A ]| Two rusty pistols, scarf about the arse, 141:41,161[A ]| Coat lined with red, they here presume to$9$ swell: 141:41,162[A ]| This goes for$4$ captain, that$6#2$ for$4$ colonel. 141:41,163[A ]| So$3$ the Bear*Garden ape, on$4$ his steed mounted, 141:41,164[A ]| No$2$ longer is a jackanapes accounted, 141:41,165[A ]| But is, by$4$ virtue of his trumpery, then 141:41,166[A ]| Called by$4$ the name of "the young gentleman." 141:41,167[A ]| Bless me! thought I, what thing is man, that$3$ thus 141:41,168[A ]| In$4$ all his shapes, he is ridiculous? 141:41,169[A ]| Ourselves with noise of reason, we do please 141:41,170[A ]| In$4$ vain: humanity is our worst disease. 141:41,171[A ]| Thrice happy beasts are, who$6#1$, because they be 141:41,172[A ]| Of reason void, are so$5#2$ of foppery. 141:41,173[A ]| Faith, I was so$5#1$ ashamed that$3$ with remorse 141:41,174[A ]| I used the insolence to$9$ mount my horse; 141:41,175[A ]| For$3$ he, doing only things fit for$4$ his nature, 141:41,176[A ]| Did seem to$4$ me by$4$ much the wiser creature. 141:42,000@@@@@| 141:42,000[' ]| 141:42,001[A ]| It is not that$3$ I am weary grown 141:42,002[A ]| Of being yours, and yours alone; 141:42,003[A ]| But with what face can I incline 141:42,004[A ]| To$9$ damn you to$9$ be only mine? 141:42,005[A ]| You, whom some kinder power did fashion, 141:42,006[A ]| By$4$ merit and by$4$ inclination, 141:42,007[A ]| The joy at least of one whole nation. 141:42,008[A ]| Let meaner spirits of your sex 141:42,009[A ]| With humbler aims their thoughts perplex, 141:42,010[A ]| And boast if by$4$ their arts they can 141:42,011[A ]| Contrive to$9$ make one happy man; 141:42,012[A ]| Whilst, moved by$4$ an impartial sense, 141:42,013[A ]| Favors like$4$ nature you dispense 141:42,014[A ]| With universal influence. 141:42,015[A ]| See, the kind seed-receiving earth 141:42,016[A ]| To$4$ every grain affords a birth. 141:42,017[A ]| On$4$ her no$2$ showers unwelcome fall; 141:42,018[A ]| Her willing womb retains them all. 141:42,019[A ]| And shall my Celia be confined? 141:42,020[A ]| No$7$! Live up$5$ to$4$ thy mighty mind, 141:42,021[A ]| And be the mistress of mankind. 141:43,000@@@@@| 141:43,000[' ]| 141:43,001[A ]| Tell me no$2$ more of constancy, 141:43,002[A ]| The frivolous pretence 141:43,003[A ]| Of cold age, narrow jealousy, 141:43,004[A ]| Disease, and want of sense. 141:43,005[A ]| Let duller fools, on$4$ whom kind chance 141:43,006[A ]| Some easy heart has thrown, 141:43,007[A ]| Despairing higher to$9$ advance, 141:43,008[A ]| Be kind to$4$ one alone. 141:43,009[A ]| Old men and weak, whose idle flame 141:43,010[A ]| Their own defects discovers, 141:43,011[A ]| Since changing can but spread the shame, 141:43,012[A ]| Ought to$9$ be constant lovers. 141:43,013[A ]| But we, whose hearts do justly swell 141:43,014[A ]| With no$2$ vainglorious pride, 141:43,015[A ]| Who$6#1$ know how we in$4$ love excel, 141:43,016[A ]| Long to$9$ be often tried. 141:43,017[A ]| Then bring my bath, and strew my bed, 141:43,018[A ]| As each kind night returns; 141:43,019[A ]| I will$1$ change a mistress till I am dead ~~ 141:43,020[A ]| And fate change me to$4$ worms. 141:44,000@@@@@| 141:44,000[' ]| 141:44,001[A ]| Such perfect bliss, fair Chloris, we, 141:44,002[A ]| In$4$ our enjoyments prove, 141:44,003[A ]| It is pity restless jealousy 141:44,004[A ]| Should mingle with our love. 141:44,005[A ]| Let us, since wit has taught us how, 141:44,006[A ]| Raise pleasure to$4$ the top: 141:44,007[A ]| You rival bottle must allow, 141:44,008[A ]| I will$1$ suffer rival fop. 141:44,009[A ]| Think not in$4$ this that$3$ I design 141:44,010[A ]| A treason against love's charms, 141:44,011[A ]| When, following the god of wine, 141:44,012[A ]| I leave my Chloris' arms. 141:44,013[A ]| Since you have that$6#2$, for$4$ all your haste 141:44,014[A ]| (At which$6#1$ I will$1$ never repine); 141:44,015[A ]| Will$1$ take its liquor off as fast 141:44,016[A ]| As I can take off mine. 141:44,017[A ]| There is not a brisk, insipid spark 141:44,018[A ]| That$6#1$ flutters in$4$ the town, 141:44,019[A ]| But with your wanton eyes you mark 141:44,020[A ]| Him out to$9$ be your own; 141:44,021[A ]| Nor do you think it worth your care 141:44,022[A ]| How empty and how dull 141:44,023[A ]| The heads of your admirers are, 141:44,024[A ]| So$3$ that$3$ their cods be full. 141:44,025[A ]| All this you freely may confess, 141:44,026[A ]| Yet we never disagree, 141:44,027[A ]| For$3$ did you love your pleasure less, 141:44,028[A ]| You were no$2$ match for$4$ me. 141:44,029[A ]| Whilst I, my pleasure to$9$ pursue, 141:44,030[A ]| Whole nights am taking in$5$ 141:44,031[A ]| The lusty juice of grapes, take you 141:44,032[A ]| The juice of lusty men. 141:45,000@@@@@| 141:45,000[' ]| 141:45,001[A ]| Leave this gaudy gilded stage, 141:45,002[A ]| From custom more than use frequented, 141:45,003[A ]| Where fools of either sex and age 141:45,004[A ]| Crowd to$9$ see themselves presented. 141:45,005[A ]| To$4$ love's theatre, the bed, 141:45,006[A ]| Youth and beauty fly together, 141:45,007[A ]| And act so$5#1$ well it may be said 141:45,008[A ]| The laurel there was due to$4$ either. 141:45,009[A ]| Betwixt strifes of love and war, the difference lies in$4$ this: 141:45,010[A ]| Where neither overcomes, love's triumph greater is. 141:46,000@@@@@| 141:46,000[' ]| 141:46,001[A ]| How blest was the created state 141:46,002[A ]| Of man and woman, before they fell, 141:46,003[A ]| Compared to$4$ our unhappy fate: 141:46,004[A ]| We need not fear another hell. 141:46,005[A ]| Naked beneath cool shades they lay; 141:46,006[A ]| Enjoyment waited on$4$ desire; 141:46,007[A ]| Each member did their wills obey, 141:46,008[A ]| Nor could a wish set pleasure higher. 141:46,009[A ]| But we, poor slaves to$4$ hope and fear, 141:46,010[A ]| Are never of our joys secure; 141:46,011[A ]| They lessen still as they draw near, 141:46,012[A ]| And none but dull delights endure. 141:46,013[A ]| Then, Chloris, while I duly pay 141:46,014[A ]| The nobler tribute of my heart, 141:46,015[A ]| Be not you so$5#1$ severe to$9$ say 141:46,016[A ]| You love me for$4$ the frailer part. 141:47,000@@@@@| 141:47,000[' ]| 141:47,001[A ]| An age in$4$ her embraces passed 141:47,002[A ]| Would seem a winter's day, 141:47,003[A ]| Where life and light with envious haste 141:47,004[A ]| Are torn and snatched away. 141:47,005[A ]| But oh, how slowly minutes roll 141:47,006[A ]| When absent from her eyes, 141:47,007[A ]| That$6#1$ feed my love, which$6#1$ is my soul: 141:47,008[A ]| It languishes and dies. 141:47,009[A ]| For$3$ then no$2$ more a soul, but shade, 141:47,010[A ]| It mournfully does move 141:47,011[A ]| And haunts my breast, by$4$ absence made 141:47,012[A ]| The living tomb of love. 141:47,013[A ]| You wiser men, despise me not 141:47,014[A ]| Whose lovesick fancy raves 141:47,015[A ]| On$4$ shades of souls, and heaven knows what: 141:47,016[A ]| Short ages live in$4$ graves. 141:47,017[A ]| Whenever those wounding eyes, so$5#1$ full 141:47,018[A ]| Of sweetness, you did see, 141:47,019[A ]| Had you not been profoundly dull, 141:47,020[A ]| You had gone mad like$4$ me. 141:47,021[A ]| Nor censure us, you who$6#1$ perceive 141:47,022[A ]| My best beloved and me 141:47,023[A ]| Sigh and lament, complain and grieve: 141:47,024[A ]| You think we disagree. 141:47,025[A ]| Alas! it is sacred jealousy, 141:47,026[A ]| Love raised to$4$ an extreme: 141:47,027[A ]| The only proof betwixt her and me 141:47,028[A ]| We love, and do not dream. 141:47,029[A ]| Fantastic fancies fondly move 141:47,030[A ]| And in$4$ frail joys believe, 141:47,031[A ]| Taking false pleasure for$4$ true love; 141:47,032[A ]| But pain can never deceive. 141:47,033[A ]| Kind jealous doubts, tormenting fears, 141:47,034[A ]| And anxious cares, when past, 141:47,035[A ]| Prove our hearts' treasure fixed and dear, 141:47,036[A ]| And make us blest at last. 141:48,000@@@@@| 141:48,000[' ]| 141:48,001[A ]| Absent from thee, I languish still; 141:48,002[A ]| Then ask me not, when I return? 141:48,003[A ]| The straying fool it will$1$ plainly kill 141:48,004[A ]| To$9$ wish all day, all night to$9$ mourn. 141:48,005[A ]| Dear! from thine arms then let me fly, 141:48,006[A ]| That$3$ my fantastic mind may prove 141:48,007[A ]| The torments it deserves to$9$ try 141:48,008[A ]| That$6#1$ tears my fixed heart from my love. 141:48,009[A ]| When, wearied with a world of woe, 141:48,010[A ]| To$4$ thy safe bosom I retire 141:48,011[A ]| Where love and peace and truth does flow, 141:48,012[A ]| May I contented there expire, 141:48,013[A ]| Lest, once more wandering from the heaven, 141:48,014[A ]| I fall on$4$ some base heart unblest, 141:48,015[A ]| Faithless to$4$ thee, false, unforgiven, 141:48,016[A ]| And lose my everlasting rest. 141:49,000@@@@@| 141:49,000[' ]| 141:49,001[B ]| Ancient person, for$4$ whom I 141:49,002[B ]| All the flattering youth defy, 141:49,003[B ]| Long be it before thou grow old, 141:49,004[B ]| Aching, shaking, crazy, cold; 141:49,005[B ]| But still continue as thou art, 141:49,006[B ]| Ancient person of my heart. 141:49,007[B ]| On$4$ thy withered lips and dry, 141:49,008[B ]| Which$6#1$ like$4$ barren furrows lie, 141:49,009[B ]| Brooding kisses I will$1$ pour 141:49,010[B ]| Shall thy youthful restore 141:49,011[B ]| (Such kind showers in$4$ autumn fall, 141:49,012[B ]| And a second spring recall); 141:49,013[B ]| Nor from thee will$1$ ever part, 141:49,014[B ]| Ancient person of my heart. 141:49,015[B ]| Thy nobler part, which$6#1$ but to$9$ name 141:49,016[B ]| In$4$ our sex would be counted shame, 141:49,017[B ]| By$4$ age's frozen grasp possessed, 141:49,018[B ]| From ice shall be released, 141:49,019[B ]| And soothed by$4$ my reviving hand, 141:49,020[B ]| In$4$ former warmth and vigour stand. 141:49,021[B ]| All a lover's wish can reach 141:49,022[B ]| For$4$ thy joy my love shall teach, 141:49,023[B ]| And for$4$ thy pleasure shall improve 141:49,024[B ]| All that$6#1$ art can add to$4$ love. 141:49,025[B ]| Yet still I love thee without art, 141:49,026[B ]| Ancient person of my heart. 141:50,000@@@@@| 141:50,000[' ]| 141:50,001[A ]| All my past life is mine no$2$ more; 141:50,002[A ]| The flying hours are gone, 141:50,003[A ]| Like$4$ transitory dreams given over 141:50,004[A ]| Whose images are kept in$4$ store 141:50,005[A ]| By$4$ memory alone. 141:50,006[A ]| Whatever is to$9$ come is not: 141:50,007[A ]| How can it then be mine? 141:50,008[A ]| The present moment is all my lot, 141:50,009[A ]| And that$6#2$, as fast as it is got, 141:50,010[A ]| Phyllis, is wholly thine. 141:50,011[A ]| Then talk not of inconstancy, 141:50,012[A ]| False hearts, and broken vows; 141:50,013[A ]| If I, by$4$ miracle, can be 141:50,014[A ]| This livelong minute true to$4$ thee, 141:50,015[A ]| It is all that$6#1$ heaven allows. 141:51,000@@@@@| 141:51,000[' ]| 141:51,000[' ]| 141:51,001[A ]| As charms are nonsense, nonsense seems a charm 141:51,002[A ]| Which$6#1$ hearers of all judgment does disarm, 141:51,003[A ]| For$3$ songs and scenes a double audience bring, 141:51,004[A ]| And doggerel takes which$6#1$ smiths in$4$ satin sing. 141:51,005[A ]| Now to$4$ machines and a dull masque you run, 141:51,006[A ]| We find that$3$ wit is the monster you would shun, 141:51,007[A ]| And by$4$ my troth, it is most discreetly done: 141:51,008[A ]| For$3$ since with vice and folly wit is fed, 141:51,009[A ]| Through mercy it is most of you are not dead. 141:51,010[A ]| Players turn puppets now at your desire: 141:51,011[A ]| In$4$ their mouths nonsense, in$4$ their tails a wire, 141:51,012[A ]| They fly through clouds of clouts and showers of fire. 141:51,013[A ]| A kind of losing loadum is their game, 141:51,014[A ]| Where the worst writer has the greatest fame. 141:51,015[A ]| To$9$ get vile plays like$4$ theirs shall be our care, 141:51,016[A ]| But of such awkward actors we despair. 141:51,017[A ]| False taught at first, 141:51,018[A ]| Like$4$ bowls ill-biased, still the more they run, 141:51,019[A ]| They are further off than when they first begun. 141:51,020[A ]| In$4$ comedy their unweighed action mark: 141:51,021[A ]| There is one is such a dear familiar spark 141:51,022[A ]| He yawns as if he were but half awake, 141:51,023[A ]| And fribbling for$4$ free speaking does mistake. 141:51,024[A ]| False accent and neglectful action too 141:51,025[A ]| They have both so$5#1$ nigh good, yet neither true, 141:51,026[A ]| That$3$ both together, like$4$ an ape's mock face, 141:51,027[A ]| By$4$ near resembling man do man disgrace. 141:51,028[A ]| Through-paced ill actors may perhaps be cured; 141:51,029[A ]| Half-players, like$4$ half-wits, can not be endured. 141:51,030[A ]| Yet these are they who$6#1$ durst expose the age 141:51,031[A ]| Of the great wonder of our English stage, 141:51,032[A ]| Whom nature seemed to$9$ form for$4$ your delight, 141:51,033[A ]| And bid him speak as she bid Shakespeare write. 141:51,034[A ]| Those blades indeed are cripples in$4$ their art ~~ 141:51,035[A ]| Mimic his foot, but not his speaking part. 141:51,036[A ]| Let them the*Traitor or Volpone try; 141:51,037[A ]| Could they 141:51,038[A ]| Rage like$4$ Cethegus, or like$4$ Cassius die, 141:51,039[A ]| They never had sent to$4$ Paris for$4$ such fancies 141:51,040[A ]| As monsters' heads and merry-andrews' dances. 141:51,041[A ]| Withered perhaps, not perished we appear, 141:51,042[A ]| But they were blighted, and never came to$9$ bear. 141:51,043[A ]| The old poets dressed your mistress wit before; 141:51,044[A ]| These draw you on$5$ with an old painted whore, 141:51,045[A ]| And sell, like$4$ bawds, patched plays for$4$ maids twice over. 141:51,046[A ]| Yet they may scorn our House and actors too, 141:51,047[A ]| Since they have swelled so$5#1$ high to$9$ hector you. 141:51,048[A ]| They cry, 141:51,048@x | "Pox on$4$ these Covent*Garden men! 141:51,049[A ]| Damn them, not one of them but keeps out ten. 141:51,050[A ]| Were they once gone, we for$4$ those thundering blades 141:51,051[A ]| Should have an audience of substantial trades, 141:51,052[A ]| Who$6#1$ love our muzzled boys and tearing fellows, 141:51,053[A ]| My lord, great Neptune, and Great nephew, Aeolus. 141:51,054[A ]| Oh, how the merry citizen is in$4$ love 141:51,055[A ]| With 141:51,056[A ]| Psyche, the goddess of each field and grove! 141:51,057[A ]| He cries, 141:51,057@w | "In$4$ faith, methinks it is well enough," 141:51,058[A ]| But you roar out and cry, 141:51,058@x | "It is all damned stuff!" 141:51,059[A ]| So$3$ to$4$ their House the graver fops repair, 141:51,060[A ]| While men of wit find one another here. 141:52,000@@@@@| 141:52,000[' ]| 141:52,001[A ]| Were I (who$6#1$ to$4$ my cost already am 141:52,002[A ]| One of those strange, prodigious creatures, man) 141:52,003[A ]| A spirit free to$9$ choose, for$4$ my own share, 141:52,004[A ]| What case of flesh and blood I pleased to$9$ wear, 141:52,005[A ]| I would be a dog, a monkey, or a bear, 141:52,006[A ]| Or anything but that$6#2$ vain animal 141:52,007[A ]| Who$6#1$ is so$5#1$ proud of being rational. 141:52,008[A ]| The senses are too gross, and he will$1$ contrive 141:52,009[A ]| A sixth, to$9$ contradict the other five, 141:52,010[A ]| And before certain instinct, will$1$ prefer 141:52,011[A ]| Reason, which$6#1$ fifty times for$4$ one does err; 141:52,012[A ]| Reason, an \7ignis*fatuus\ in$4$ the mind, 141:52,013[A ]| Which$6#1$, leaving light of nature, sense, behind, 141:52,014[A ]| Pathless and dangerous wandering ways it takes 141:52,015[A ]| Through error's fenny bogs and thorny brakes; 141:52,016[A ]| Whilst the misguided follower climbs with pain 141:52,017[A ]| Mountains of whimseys, heaped in$4$ his own brain; 141:52,018[A ]| Stumbling from thought to$4$ thought, falls headlong down 141:52,019[A ]| Into doubt's boundless sea, where, like$5$ to$9$ drown, 141:52,020[A ]| Books bear him up$5$ awhile, and make him try 141:52,021[A ]| To$9$ swim with bladders of philosophy; 141:52,022[A ]| In$4$ hopes still to$9$ overtake the escaping light, 141:52,023[A ]| The vapour dances in$4$ his dazzling sight 141:52,024[A ]| Till, spent, it leaves him to$4$ eternal night. 141:52,025[A ]| Then old age and experience, hand in$4$ hand, 141:52,026[A ]| Lead him to$4$ death, and make him understand, 141:52,027[A ]| After a search so$5#1$ painful and so$5#1$ long, 141:52,028[A ]| That$3$ all his life he has been in$4$ the wrong. 141:52,029[A ]| Huddled in$4$ dirt the reasoning engine lies, 141:52,030[A ]| Who$6#1$ was so$5#1$ proud, so$5#1$ witty, and so$5#1$ wise. 141:52,031[A ]| Pride drew him in$5$, as cheats their bubbles catch, 141:52,032[A ]| And made him venture to$9$ be made a wretch. 141:52,033[A ]| His wisdom did his happiness destroy, 141:52,034[A ]| Aiming to$9$ know that$6#2$ world he should enjoy. 141:52,035[A ]| And wit was his vain, frivolous pretense 141:52,036[A ]| Of pleasing others at his own expense, 141:52,037[A ]| For$3$ wits are treated just like$4$ common whores: 141:52,038[A ]| First they are enjoyed, and then kicked out of doors. 141:52,039[A ]| The pleasure past, a threatening doubt remains 141:52,040[A ]| That$6#1$ frights the enjoyer with succeeding pains. 141:52,041[A ]| Women and men of wit are dangerous tools, 141:52,042[A ]| And ever fatal to$4$ admiring fools: 141:52,043[A ]| Pleasure allures, and when the fops escape, 141:52,044[A ]| It is not that$3$ they are beloved, but fortunate, 141:52,045[A ]| And therefore what they fear at heart, they hate. 141:52,046[A ]| But now, methinks, some formal band and beard 141:52,047[A ]| Takes me to$4$ task. Come on$5$, sir; I am prepared. 141:52,048[B ]| "Then, by$4$ your favor, anything that$6#1$ is writ 141:52,049[B ]| Against this gibing, jingling knack called wit 141:52,050[B ]| Likes me abundantly; but you take care 141:52,051[B ]| Upon$4$ this point, not to$9$ be too severe. 141:52,052[B ]| Perhaps my muse were fitter for$4$ this part, 141:52,053[B ]| For$3$ I profess I can be very smart 141:52,054[B ]| On$4$ wit, which$6#1$ I abhor with all my heart. 141:52,055[B ]| I long to$9$ lash it in$4$ some sharp essay, 141:52,056[B ]| But your grand indiscretion bids me stay 141:52,057[B ]| And turns my tide of ink another way. 141:52,058[B ]| "What rage ferments in$4$ your degenerate mind 141:52,059[B ]| To$9$ make you rail at reason and mankind? 141:52,060[B ]| Blessed, glorious man! to$4$ whom alone kind heaven 141:52,061[B ]| An everlasting soul has freely given, 141:52,062[B ]| Whom his great Maker took such care to$9$ make 141:52,063[B ]| That$3$ from himself he did the image take 141:52,064[B ]| And this fair frame in$4$ shining reason dressed 141:52,065[B ]| To$9$ dignify his nature above beast; 141:52,066[B ]| Reason, by$4$ whose aspiring influence 141:52,067[B ]| We take a flight beyond material sense, 141:52,068[B ]| Dive into mysteries, then soaring pierce 141:52,069[B ]| The flaming limits of the universe, 141:52,070[B ]| Search heaven and hell, find out what is acted there, 141:52,071[B ]| And give the world true grounds of hope and fear." 141:52,072[A ]| Hold, mighty man, I cry, all this we know 141:52,073[A ]| From the pathetic pen of Ingelo, 141:52,074[A ]| From Patrick's Pilgrim, Sibbes' soliloquies, 141:52,075[A ]| And it is this very reason I despise: 141:52,076[A ]| This supernatural gift, that$6#1$ makes a mite 141:52,077[A ]| Think he is the image of the infinite, 141:52,078[A ]| Comparing his short life, void of all rest, 141:52,079[A ]| To$4$ the eternal and the ever blest; 141:52,080[A ]| This busy, puzzling stirrer-up of doubt 141:52,081[A ]| That$6#1$ frames deep mysteries, then finds them out, 141:52,082[A ]| Filling with frantic crowds of thinking fools 141:52,083[A ]| Those reverend bedlams, colleges and schools; 141:52,084[A ]| Borne on$4$ whose wings, each heavy sot can pierce 141:52,085[A ]| The limits of the boundless universe; 141:52,086[A ]| So$5#2$ charming ointments make an old witch fly 141:52,087[A ]| And bear a crippled carcass through the sky. 141:52,088[A ]| It is this exalted power, whose business lies 141:52,089[A ]| In$4$ nonsense and impossibilities, 141:52,090[A ]| This made a whimsical philosopher 141:52,091[A ]| Before the spacious world, his tub prefer, 141:52,092[A ]| And we have modern cloistered coxcombs who$6#1$ 141:52,093[A ]| Retire to$9$ think, because they have nought to$9$ do. 141:52,094[A ]| But thoughts are given for$4$ action's government; 141:52,095[A ]| Where action ceases, thought is impertinent. 141:52,096[A ]| Our sphere of action is life's happiness, 141:52,097[A ]| And he who$6#1$ thinks beyond, thinks like$4$ an ass. 141:52,098[A ]| Thus, whilst against false reasoning I inveigh, 141:52,099[A ]| I own right reason, which$6#1$ I would obey: 141:52,100[A ]| That$6#2$ reason which$6#1$ distinguishes by$4$ sense 141:52,101[A ]| And gives us rules of good and ill from thence, 141:52,102[A ]| That$6#1$ bounds desires with a reforming will$0$ 141:52,103[A ]| To$9$ keep them more in$4$ vigour, not to$9$ kill. 141:52,104[A ]| Your reason hinders, mine helps to$9$ enjoy, 141:52,105[A ]| Renewing appetites yours would destroy. 141:52,106[A ]| My reason is my friend, yours is a cheat; 141:52,107[A ]| Hunger calls out, my reason bids me eat; 141:52,108[A ]| Perversely, yours your appetite does mock: 141:52,109[A ]| This asks for$4$ food, that$6#2$ answers, 141:52,109[X ]| "What is o'clock?" 141:52,110[A ]| This plain distinction, sir, your doubt secures: 141:52,111[A ]| It is not true reason I despise, but yours. 141:52,112[A ]| Thus I think reason righted, but for$4$ man, 141:52,113[A ]| I will$1$ never recant; defend him if you can. 141:52,114[A ]| For$4$ all his pride and his philosophy, 141:52,115[A ]| It is evident beasts are, in$4$ their degree, 141:52,116[A ]| As wise at least, and better far than he. 141:52,117[A ]| Those creatures are the wisest who$6#1$ attain, 141:52,118[A ]| By$4$ surest means, the ends at which$6#1$ they aim. 141:52,119[A ]| If therefore Jowler finds and kills his hares 141:52,120[A ]| Better than Meres supplies committee chairs, 141:52,121[A ]| Though one is a statesman, the other but a hound, 141:52,122[A ]| Jowler, in$4$ justice, would be wiser found. 141:52,123[A ]| You see how far man's wisdom here extends; 141:52,124[A ]| Look next if human nature makes amends: 141:52,125[A ]| Whose principles most generous are, and just, 141:52,126[A ]| And to$4$ whose morals you would sooner trust. 141:52,127[A ]| Be judge yourself, I will$1$ bring it to$4$ the test: 141:52,128[A ]| Which$6#1$ is the basest creature, man or beast? 141:52,129[A ]| Birds feed on$4$ birds, beasts on$4$ each other prey, 141:52,130[A ]| But savage man alone does man betray. 141:52,131[A ]| Pressed by$4$ necessity, they kill for$4$ food; 141:52,132[A ]| Man undoes man to$9$ do himself no$2$ good. 141:52,133[A ]| With teeth and claws by$4$ nature armed, they hunt 141:52,134[A ]| Nature's allowance, to$9$ supply their want. 141:52,135[A ]| But man, with smiles, embraces, friendship, praise, 141:52,136[A ]| Inhumanly his fellow's life betrays; 141:52,137[A ]| With voluntary pains works his distress, 141:52,138[A ]| Not through necessity, but wantonness. 141:52,139[A ]| For$4$ hunger or for$4$ love they fight and tear, 141:52,140[A ]| Whilst wretched man is still in$4$ arms for$4$ fear. 141:52,141[A ]| For$4$ fear he arms, and is of arms afraid, 141:52,142[A ]| By$4$ fear to$4$ fear successively betrayed; 141:52,143[A ]| Base fear, the source whence his best passions came: 141:52,144[A ]| His boasted honour, and his dear-bought fame; 141:52,145[A ]| That$6#2$ lust of power, to$4$ which$6#1$ he is such a slave, 141:52,146[A ]| And for$4$ the which$6#1$ alone he dares be brave; 141:52,147[A ]| To$4$ which$6#1$ his various projects are designed; 141:52,148[A ]| Which$6#1$ makes him generous, affable, and kind; 141:52,149[A ]| For$4$ which$6#1$ he takes such pains to$9$ be thought wise, 141:52,150[A ]| And screws his actions in$4$ a forced disguise, 141:52,151[A ]| Leading a tedious life in$4$ misery 141:52,152[A ]| Under laborious, mean hypocrisy. 141:52,153[A ]| Look to$4$ the bottom of his vast design, 141:52,154[A ]| Wherein man's wisdom, power, and glory join: 141:52,155[A ]| The good he acts, the ill he does endure, 141:52,156[A ]| It is all from fear, to$9$ make himself secure. 141:52,157[A ]| Merely for$4$ safety, after fame we thirst, 141:52,158[A ]| For$3$ all men would be cowards if they durst. 141:52,159[A ]| And honesty is against all common sense: 141:52,160[A ]| Men must be knaves, it is in$4$ their own defence. 141:52,161[A ]| Mankind is dishonest; if you think it fair 141:52,162[A ]| Amongst known cheats to$9$ play upon$4$ the square, 141:52,163[A ]| You will$1$ be undone. 141:52,164[A ]| Nor can weak truth your reputation save: 141:52,165[A ]| The knaves will$1$ all agree to$9$ call you knave. 141:52,166[A ]| Wronged shall he live, insulted over, oppressed, 141:52,167[A ]| Who$6#1$ dares be less a villain than the rest. 141:52,168[A ]| Thus, sir, you see what human nature craves: 141:52,169[A ]| Most men are cowards, all men should be knaves. 141:52,170[A ]| The difference lies, as far as I can see, 141:52,171[A ]| Not in$4$ the thing itself, but the degree, 141:52,172[A ]| And all the subject matter of debate 141:52,173[A ]| Is only: Who$6#2$ is a knave of the first rate? 141:52,174[A ]| All this with indignation have I hurled 141:52,175[A ]| At the pretending part of the proud world, 141:52,176[A ]| Who$6#1$, swollen with selfish vanity, devise 141:52,177[A ]| False freedoms, holy cheats, and formal lies 141:52,178[A ]| Over their fellow slaves to$9$ tyrannize. 141:52,179[A ]| But if in$4$ Court so$5#1$ just a man there be 141:52,180[A ]| (In$4$ Court a just man, yet unknown to$4$ me) 141:52,181[A ]| Who$6#1$ does his needful flattery direct, 141:52,182[A ]| Not to$9$ oppress and ruin, but protect 141:52,183[A ]| (Since flattery, which$6#1$ way soever laid, 141:52,184[A ]| Is still a tax on$4$ that$6#2$ unhappy trade); 141:52,185[A ]| If so$5#1$ upright a statesman you can find, 141:52,186[A ]| Whose passions bend to$4$ his unbiased mind, 141:52,187[A ]| Who$6#1$ does his arts and policies apply 141:52,188[A ]| To$9$ raise his country, not his family, 141:52,189[A ]| Nor, whilst his pride owned avarice withstands, 141:52,190[A ]| Receives close bribes through friends' corrupted hands ~~ 141:52,191[A ]| Is there a churchman who$6#1$ on$4$ God relies; 141:52,192[A ]| Whose life, his faith and doctrine justifies? 141:52,193[A ]| Not one blown up$5$ with vain prelatic pride, 141:52,194[A ]| Who$6#1$, for$4$ reproof of sins, does man deride; 141:52,195[A ]| Whose envious heart makes preaching a pretence, 141:52,196[A ]| With his obstreperous, saucy eloquence, 141:52,197[A ]| To$9$ chide at kings, and rail at men of sense; 141:52,198[A ]| None of that$6#2$ sensual tribe whose talents lie 141:52,199[A ]| In$4$ avarice, pride, sloth, and gluttony; 141:52,200[A ]| Who$6#1$ hunt good livings, but abhor good lives; 141:52,201[A ]| Whose lust exalted to$4$ that$6#2$ height arrives 141:52,202[A ]| They act adultery with their own wives, 141:52,203[A ]| And before a score of years completed be, 141:52,204[A ]| Can from the lofty pulpit proudly see 141:52,205[A ]| Half a large parish their own progeny; 141:52,206[A ]| Nor doting bishop who$6#1$ would be adored 141:52,207[A ]| For$4$ domineering at the council board, 141:52,208[A ]| A greater fop in$4$ business at fourscore, 141:52,209[A ]| Fonder of serious toys, affected more, 141:52,210[A ]| Than the gay, glittering fool at twenty proves 141:52,211[A ]| With all his noise, his tawdry clothes, and loves; 141:52,212[A ]| But a meek, humble man of honest sense, 141:52,213[A ]| Who$6#1$, preaching peace, does practise continence; 141:52,214[A ]| Whose pious life is a proof he does believe 141:52,215[A ]| Mysterious truths, which$6#1$ no$2$ man can conceive. 141:52,216[A ]| If upon$4$ earth there dwell such God-like men, 141:52,217[A ]| I will$1$ here recant my paradox to$4$ them, 141:52,218[A ]| Adore those shrines of virtue, homage pay, 141:52,219[A ]| And, with the rabble world, their laws obey. 141:52,220[A ]| If such there be, yet grant me this at least: 141:52,221[A ]| Man differs more from man, than man from beast. 141:53,000@@@@@| 141:53,000[' ]| 141:53,001[C ]| What vain, unnecessary things are men! 141:53,002[C ]| How well we do without them! Tell me, then, 141:53,003[C ]| Whence comes that$6#2$ mean submissiveness we find 141:53,004[C ]| This ill-bred age has wrought on$4$ womankind? 141:53,005[C ]| Fallen from the rights their sex and beauties gave 141:53,006[C ]| To$9$ make men wish, despair, and humbly crave, 141:53,007[C ]| Now it will$1$ suffice if they vouchsafe to$9$ have. 141:53,008[C ]| To$4$ the Pall*Mall, playhouse, and the drawing room, 141:53,009[C ]| Their women-fairs, these women-coursers come 141:53,010[C ]| To$9$ chaffer, choose, and ride their bargains home. 141:53,011[C ]| At the appearance of an unknown face, 141:53,012[C ]| Up$5$ steps the arrogant, pretending ass, 141:53,013[C ]| Pulling by$4$ the elbow his companion Huff, 141:53,014[C ]| Cries, 141:53,014@w | "Look! de God, that$6#2$ wench is well enough: 141:53,015@w | Fair and well-shaped, good lips and teeth, it will$1$ do; 141:53,016@w | She shall be tawdry for$4$ a month or two 141:53,000@w | At my expense, be rude and take upon$4$ her, 141:53,017@w | Show her contempt of quality and honour, 141:53,018@w | And, with the general fate of errant woman, 141:53,019@w | Be very proud awhile, then very common." 141:53,020[C ]| Before bear this scorn, I would be shut up$5$ at home, 141:53,021[C ]| Content with humouring myself alone; 141:53,022[C ]| Force back the humble love of former days 141:53,023[C ]| In$4$ pensive madrigals and ends of plays, 141:53,024[C ]| When, if my lady frowned, the unhappy knight 141:53,025[C ]| Was fain to$9$ fast and lie alone that$6#2$ night. 141:53,026[C ]| But whilst the insulting wife the breeches wore, 141:53,027[C ]| The husband took her clothes to$9$ give his ~~ , 141:53,028[C ]| Who$6#1$ now maintains it with a gentler art: 141:53,029[C ]| Thus tyrannies to$4$ commonwealths convert. 141:53,030[C ]| Then, after all, you find, whatever we say, 141:53,031[C ]| Things must go on$5$ in$4$ their lewd natural way. 141:53,032[C ]| Besides, the beastly men, we daily see, 141:53,033[C ]| Can please themselves alone as well as we. 141:53,034[C ]| Therefore, kind ladies of the town, to$4$ you 141:53,035[C ]| For$4$ our stolen ravished men we hereby sue. 141:53,036[C ]| By$4$ this time you have found out, we suppose, 141:53,037[C ]| That$3$ they are as arrant tinsel as their clothes: 141:53,038[C ]| Poor broken properties, that$6#1$ can not serve 141:53,039[C ]| To$9$ treat such persons so$5#2$ as they deserve. 141:53,040[C ]| Mistake us not, we do not here pretend 141:53,041[C ]| That$3$, like$4$ the young sparks, you can condescend 141:53,042[C ]| To$9$ love a beastly playhouse creature. Foh! 141:53,043[C ]| We dare not think so$5#1$ meanly of you. No$7$, 141:53,044[C ]| It is not the player pleases, but the part: 141:53,045[C ]| She may like$1$ Rollo who$6#1$ despises Hart. 141:53,046[C ]| To$4$ theatres, as temples, you are brought, 141:53,047[C ]| Where Love is worshipped, and his precepts taught. 141:53,048[C ]| You must go home and practice, for$3$ it is here 141:53,049[C ]| Just as in$4$ other preaching places, where 141:53,050[C ]| Great eloquence is shown against sin and papists 141:53,051[C ]| By$4$ men who$6#1$ live idolaters and atheists. 141:53,052[C ]| These two were dainty trades indeed, could each 141:53,053[C ]| Live up$5$ to$4$ half the miracles they teach; 141:53,054[C ]| Both are a ~~ 141:54,000@@@@@| 141:54,000[' ]| 141:54,001[A ]| Chloe: 141:54,002[A ]| In$4$ verse by$4$ your command I write. 141:54,003[A ]| Shortly you will$1$ bid me ride astride, and fight: 141:54,004[A ]| These talents better with our sex agree 141:54,005[A ]| Than lofty flights of dangerous poetry. 141:54,006[A ]| Amongst the men, I mean the men of wit 141:54,007[A ]| (At least they passed for$4$ such before they writ), 141:54,008[A ]| How many bold adventurers for$4$ the bays, 141:54,009[A ]| Proudly designing large returns of praise, 141:54,010[A ]| Who$6#1$ durst that$6#2$ stormy, pathless world explore, 141:54,011[A ]| Were soon dashed back, and wrecked on$4$ the dull shore, 141:54,012[A ]| Broke of that$6#2$ little stock they had before! 141:54,013[A ]| How would a woman's tottering bark be tossed 141:54,014[A ]| Where stoutest ships, the men of it, are lost? 141:54,015[A ]| When I reflect on$4$ this, I straight grow wise, 141:54,016[A ]| And my own self thus gravely I advise: 141:54,017[A ]| Dear Artemisia, poetry is a snare; 141:54,018[A ]| Bedlam has many mansions; have a care. 141:54,019[A ]| Your muse diverts you, makes the reader sad: 141:54,020[A ]| You fancy you are inspired; he thinks you mad. 141:54,021[A ]| Consider, too, it will$1$ be discreetly done 141:54,022[A ]| To$9$ make yourself the fiddle of the town, 141:54,023[A ]| To$9$ find the ill-humored pleasure at their need, 141:54,024[A ]| Cursed if you fail, and scorned though you succeed! 141:54,025[A ]| Thus, like$4$ an arrant woman as I am, 141:54,026[A ]| No$2$ sooner well convinced writing is a shame, 141:54,027[A ]| That$3$ whore is scarce a more reproachful name 141:54,028[A ]| Than poetess ~~ 141:54,029[A ]| Like$4$ men that$6#1$ marry, or like$4$ maids that$6#1$ woo, 141:54,030[A ]| Because it is the very worst thing they can do, 141:54,031[A ]| Pleased with the contradiction and the sin, 141:54,032[A ]| Methinks I stand on$4$ thorns till I begin. 141:54,033[A ]| You expect at least to$9$ hear what loves have passed 141:54,034[A ]| In$4$ this lewd town, since you and I met last; 141:54,035[A ]| What change has happened of intrigues, and whether 141:54,036[A ]| The old ones last, and who$6#1$ and who$6#1$ is together. 141:54,037[A ]| But how, my dearest Chloe, shall I set 141:54,038[A ]| My pen to$9$ write what I would fain forget? 141:54,039[A ]| Or name that$6#2$ lost thing, love, without a tear, 141:54,040[A ]| Since so$5#1$ debauched by$4$ ill-bred customs here? 141:54,041[A ]| Love, the most generous passion of the mind, 141:54,042[A ]| The softest refuge innocence can find, 141:54,043[A ]| The safe director of unguided youth, 141:54,044[A ]| Fraught with kind wishes, and secured by$4$ truth; 141:54,045[A ]| That$6#2$ cordial drop heaven in$4$ our cup has thrown 141:54,046[A ]| To$9$ make the nauseous draught of life go down; 141:54,047[A ]| On$4$ which$6#1$ one only blessing, God might raise 141:54,048[A ]| In$4$ lands of atheists, subsidies of praise, 141:54,049[A ]| For$3$ none did ever so$5#1$ dull and stupid prove 141:54,050[A ]| But felt a god, and blessed his power in$4$ love ~~ 141:54,051[A ]| This only joy for$4$ which$6#1$ poor we were made 141:54,052[A ]| Is grown, like$4$ play, to$9$ be an arrant trade. 141:54,053[A ]| The rooks creep in$5$, and it has got of late 141:54,054[A ]| As many little cheats and tricks as that$6#2$. 141:54,055[A ]| But what yet more a woman's heart would vex, 141:54,056[A ]| It is chiefly carried on$5$ by$4$ our own sex; 141:54,057[A ]| Our silly sex! who$6#1$, born like$4$ monarchs free, 141:54,058[A ]| Turn gypsies for$4$ a meaner liberty, 141:54,059[A ]| And hate restraint, though but from infamy. 141:54,060[A ]| They call whatever is not common, nice, 141:54,061[A ]| And deaf to$4$ nature's rule, or love's advice, 141:54,062[A ]| Forsake the pleasure to$9$ pursue the vice. 141:54,063[A ]| To$4$ an exact perfection they have wrought 141:54,064[A ]| The action, love; the passion is forgot. 141:54,065[A ]| It is below wit, they tell you, to$9$ admire, 141:54,066[A ]| And even without approving, they desire. 141:54,067[A ]| Their private wish obeys the public voice; 141:54,068[A ]| Betwixt good and bad, whimsey decides, not choice. 141:54,069[A ]| Fashions grow up$5$ for$4$ taste; at forms they strike; 141:54,070[A ]| They know what they would have, not what they like$1$. 141:54,071[A ]| Bovey is a beauty, if some few agree 141:54,072[A ]| To$9$ call him so$5#2$; the rest to$4$ that$6#2$ degree 141:54,073[A ]| Affected are, that$3$ with their ears they see. 141:54,074[A ]| Where I was visiting the other night 141:54,075[A ]| Comes a fine lady, with her humble knight, 141:54,076[A ]| Who$6#1$ had prevailed on$4$ her, through her own skill, 141:54,077[A ]| At his request, though much against his will$0$, 141:54,078[A ]| To$9$ come to$4$ London. 141:54,079[A ]| As the coach stopped, we heard her voice, more loud 141:54,080[A ]| Than a great-bellied woman's in$4$ a crowd, 141:54,081[A ]| Telling the knight that$3$ her affairs require 141:54,082[A ]| He, for$4$ some hours, obsequiously retire. 141:54,083[A ]| I think she was ashamed to$9$ have him seen: 141:54,084[A ]| Hard fate of husbands! The gallant had been, 141:54,085[A ]| Though a diseased, ill-favoured fool, brought in$5$. 141:54,086@v | "Dispatch," 141:54,086[A ]| says she, 141:54,086@v | "that$6#2$ business you pretend, 141:54,087@v | Your beastly visit to$4$ your drunken friend! 141:54,088@v | A bottle ever makes you look so$5#1$ fine; 141:54,089@v | Methinks I long to$9$ smell you stink of wine! 141:54,090@v | Your country drinking breath is enough to$9$ kill: 141:54,091@v | Sour ale corrected with a lemon peel. 141:54,092@v | Prithee, farewell! We will$1$ meet again anon." 141:54,093[A ]| The necessary thing bows, and is gone. 141:54,094[A ]| She flies upstairs, and all the haste does show 141:54,095[A ]| That$6#1$ fifty antic postures will$1$ allow, 141:54,096[A ]| And then bursts out: 141:54,096@v | "Dear madam, am not I 141:54,097@v | The alteredest creature breathing? Let me die, 141:54,098@v | I find myself ridiculously grown, 141:54,099@v | \9Embarrasse=e\ with being out of town, 141:54,100@v | Rude and untaught like$4$ any Indian queen: 141:54,101@v | My country nakedness is strangely seen. 141:54,102@v | "How is love governed, love that$6#1$ rules the state, 141:54,103@v | And pray, who$6#1$ are the men most worn of late? 141:54,104@v | When I was married, fools were \9a`*la*mode\. 141:54,105@v | The men of wit were then held \9incommode\, 141:54,106@v | Slow of belief, fickle in$4$ desire, 141:54,107@v | Who$6#1$, before they will$1$ be persuaded, must inquire 141:54,108@v | As if they came to$9$ spy, not to$9$ admire. 141:54,109@v | With searching wisdom, fatal to$4$ their ease, 141:54,110@v | They still find out why what may, should not please; 141:54,111@v | Nay, take themselves for$4$ injured when we dare 141:54,112@v | Make them think better of us than we are, 141:54,113@v | And if we hide our frailties from their sights, 141:54,114@v | Call us deceitful jilts and hypocrites. 141:54,115@v | They little guess, who$6#1$ at our arts are grieved, 141:54,116@v | The perfect joy of being well deceived; 141:54,117@v | Inquisitive as jealous cuckolds grow: 141:54,118@v | Rather than not be knowing, they will$1$ know 141:54,119@v | What, being known, creates their certain woe. 141:54,120@v | Women should these, of all mankind, avoid, 141:54,121@v | For$3$ wonder by$4$ clear knowledge is destroyed. 141:54,122@v | Woman, who$6#1$ is an arrant bird of night, 141:54,123@v | Bold in$4$ the dusk before a fool's dull sight, 141:54,124@v | Should fly when reason brings the glaring light. 141:54,125@v | "But the kind, easy fool, apt to$9$ admire 141:54,126@v | Himself, trusts us; his follies all conspire 141:54,127@v | To$9$ flatter his, and favour our desire. 141:54,128@v | Vain of his proper merit, he with ease 141:54,129@v | Believes we love him best who$6#1$ best can please. 141:54,130@v | On$4$ him our gross, dull, common flatteries pass, 141:54,131@v | Ever most joyful when most made an ass. 141:54,132@v | Heavy to$9$ apprehend, though all mankind 141:54,133@v | Perceive us false, the fop concerned is blind, 141:54,134@v | Who$6#1$, doting on$4$ himself, 141:54,135@v | Thinks everyone that$6#1$ sees him of his mind. 141:54,136@v | These are the true women's men." 141:54,137[A ]| Here forced to$9$ cease 141:54,138[A ]| Through want of breath, not will$0$ to$9$ hold her peace, 141:54,139[A ]| She to$4$ the window runs, where she had spied 141:54,140[A ]| Her much esteemed dear friend, the monkey, tied. 141:54,141[A ]| With forty smiles, as many antic bows, 141:54,142[A ]| As if it had been the lady of the house, 141:54,143[A ]| The dirty, chattering monster she embraced, 141:54,144[A ]| And made it this fine, tender speech at last: 141:54,145@v | "Kiss me, thou curious miniature of man! 141:54,146@v | How odd thou art! how pretty! how japan! 141:54,147@v | Oh, I could live and die with thee." 141:54,147[A ]| Then on$5$ 141:54,148[A ]| For$4$ half an hour in$4$ compliment she run. 141:54,149[A ]| I took this time to$9$ think what nature meant 141:54,150[A ]| When this mixed thing into the world she sent, 141:54,151[A ]| So$5#1$ very wise, yet so$5#1$ impertinent: 141:54,152[A ]| One who$6#1$ knew everything; who$6#1$, God thought fit, 141:54,153[A ]| Should be an ass through choice, not want of wit; 141:54,154[A ]| Whose foppery, without the help of sense, 141:54,155[A ]| Could never have rose to$4$ such an excellence. 141:54,156[A ]| Nature is as lame in$4$ making a true fop 141:54,157[A ]| As a philosopher; the very top 141:54,158[A ]| And dignity of folly we attain 141:54,159[A ]| By$4$ studious search, and labour of the brain, 141:54,160[A ]| By$4$ observation, counsel, and deep thought: 141:54,161[A ]| God never made a coxcomb worth a groat. 141:54,162[A ]| We owe that$6#2$ name to$4$ industry and arts: 141:54,163[A ]| An eminent fool must be a fool of parts. 141:54,164[A ]| And such a one was she, who$6#1$ had turned over 141:54,165[A ]| As many books as men; loved much, read more; 141:54,166[A ]| Had a discerning wit; to$4$ her was known 141:54,167[A ]| Everyone's fault and merit, but her own. 141:54,168[A ]| All the good qualities that$6#1$ ever blessed 141:54,169[A ]| A woman so$5#1$ distinguished from the rest, 141:54,170[A ]| Except discretion only, she possessed. 141:54,171[A ]| But now, 141:54,171@v | "\9Mon*cher\ dear Pug," 141:54,171[A ]| she cries, 141:54,171@v | "\9adieu\!" 141:54,172[A ]| And the discourse broke off does thus renew: 141:54,173@v | "You smile to$9$ see me, whom the world perchance 141:54,174@v | Mistakes to$9$ have some wit, so$5#1$ far advance 141:54,175@v | The interest of fools, that$3$ I approve 141:54,176@v | Their merit, more than men's of wit, in$4$ love. 141:54,177@v | But, in$4$ our sex, too many proofs there are 141:54,178@v | Of such whom wits undo, and fools repair. 141:54,179@v | This, in$4$ my time, was so$5#1$ observed a rule 141:54,180@v | Hardly a wench in$4$ town but had her fool. 141:54,181@v | The meanest common slut, who$6#1$ long was grown 141:54,182@v | The jest and scorn of every pit buffoon, 141:54,183@v | Had yet left charms enough to$9$ have subdued 141:54,184@v | Some fop or other, fond to$9$ be thought lewd. 141:54,185@v | Foster could make an Irish lord a Nokes, 141:54,186@v | And Betty*Morris had her City cokes. 141:54,187@v | A woman is never so$5#1$ ruined but she can 141:54,188@v | Be still revenged on$4$ her undoer, man; 141:54,189@v | How lost soever, she will$1$ find some love, more 141:54,190@v | A lewd, abandoned fool than she a whore. 141:54,191@v | "That$6#2$ wretched thing Corinna, who$6#1$ had run 141:54,192@v | Through all the several ways of being undone, 141:54,193@v | Cozened at first by$4$ love, and living then 141:54,194@v | By$4$ turning the too dear-bought trick on$4$ men ~~ 141:54,195@v | Gay were the hours, and winged with joys they flew, 141:54,196@v | When first the town her early beauties knew; 141:54,197@v | Courted, admired, and loved, with presents fed; 141:54,198@v | Youth in$4$ her looks, and pleasure in$4$ her bed; 141:54,199@v | Till fate, or her ill angel, thought it fit 141:54,200@v | To$9$ make her dote upon$4$ a man of wit, 141:54,201@v | Who$6#1$ found it was dull to$9$ love above a day; 141:54,202@v | Made his ill-natured jest, and went away. 141:54,203@v | Now scorned by$4$ all, forsaken, and oppressed, 141:54,204@v | She is a \7memento*mori\ to$4$ the rest; 141:54,205@v | Diseased, decayed, to$9$ take up$5$ half a crown 141:54,206@v | Must mortgage her long scarf and manteau gown. 141:54,207@v | Poor creature! who$6#1$, unheard of as a fly, 141:54,208@v | In$4$ some dark hole must all the winter lie, 141:54,209@v | And want and dirt endure a whole half year 141:54,210@v | That$3$ for$4$ one month she tawdry may appear. 141:54,211@v | "In$4$ Easter Term she gets her a new gown, 141:54,212@v | When my young master's worship comes to$4$ town, 141:54,213@v | From pedagogue and mother just set free, 141:54,214@v | The heir and hopes of a great family; 141:54,215@v | Which$6#1$, with strong ale and beef, the country rules, 141:54,216@v | And ever since the Conquest have been fools. 141:54,217@v | And now, with careful prospect to$9$ maintain 141:54,218@v | This character, lest crossing of the strain 141:54,219@v | Should mend the booby breed, his friends provide 141:54,220@v | A cousin of his own to$9$ be his bride. 141:54,221@v | And thus set out 141:54,222@v | With an estate, no$2$ wit, and a young wife 141:54,223@v | (The solid comforts of a coxcomb's life), 141:54,224@v | Dunghill and pease forsook, he comes to$4$ town, 141:54,225@v | Turns spark, learns to$9$ be lewd, and is undone. 141:54,226@v | Nothing suits worse with vice than want of sense: 141:54,227@v | Fools are still wicked at their own expense. 141:54,228@v | "This overgrown schoolboy lost Corinna wins, 141:54,229@v | And at first dash to$9$ make an ass begins: 141:54,230@v | Pretends to$9$ like$1$ a man who$6#1$ has not known 141:54,231@v | The vanities nor vices of the town; 141:54,232@v | Fresh in$4$ his youth, and faithful in$4$ his love; 141:54,233@v | Eager of joys which$6#1$ he does seldom prove; 141:54,234@v | Healthful and strong, he does no$2$ pains endure 141:54,235@v | But what the fair one he adores can cure; 141:54,236@v | Grateful for$4$ favors, does the sex esteem, 141:54,237@v | And libels none for$4$ being kind to$4$ him; 141:54,238@v | Then of the lewdness of the times complains: 141:54,239@v | Rails at the wits and atheists, and maintains 141:54,240@v | It is better than good sense, than power or wealth, 141:54,241@v | To$9$ have a love untainted, youth, and health. 141:54,242@v | "The unbred puppy, who$6#1$ had never seen 141:54,243@v | A creature look so$5#1$ gay, or talk so$5#1$ fine, 141:54,244@v | Believes, then falls in$4$ love, and then in$4$ debt; 141:54,245@v | Mortgages all, even to$4$ the ancient seat, 141:54,246@v | To$9$ buy this mistress a new house for$4$ life; 141:54,247@v | To$9$ give her plate and jewels, robs his wife. 141:54,248@v | And when to$4$ the height of fondness he is grown, 141:54,249@v | It is time to$9$ poison him, and all is her own. 141:54,250@v | Thus meeting in$4$ her common arms his fate, 141:54,251@v | He leaves her bastard heir to$4$ his estate, 141:54,252@v | And, as the race of such an owl deserves, 141:54,253@v | His own dull lawful progeny he starves. 141:54,254@v | "Nature, who$6#1$ never made a thing in$4$ vain, 141:54,255@v | But does each insect to$4$ some end ordain, 141:54,256@v | Wisely contrived kind keeping fools, no$2$ doubt, 141:54,257@v | To$9$ patch up$5$ vices men of wit wear out." 141:54,258[A ]| Thus she ran on$5$ two hours, some grains of sense 141:54,259[A ]| Still mixed with volleys of impertinence. 141:54,260[A ]| But now it is time I should some pity show 141:54,261[A ]| To$4$ Chloe, since I can not choose but know 141:54,262[A ]| Readers must reap the dullness writers sow. 141:54,263[A ]| By$4$ the next post such stories I will$1$ tell 141:54,264[A ]| As, joined with these, shall to$4$ a volume swell, 141:54,265[A ]| As true as heaven, more infamous than hell. 141:54,266[A ]| But you are tired, and so$5#2$ am I. 141:54,267[A ]| Farewell. 141:55,000@@@@@| 141:55,000[' ]| 141:55,001[A ]| Madam, 141:55,002[A ]| If you are deceived, it is not by$4$ my cheat, 141:55,003[A ]| For$3$ all disguises are below the great. 141:55,004[A ]| What man or woman upon$4$ earth can say 141:55,005[A ]| I ever used them well above a day? 141:55,006[A ]| How is it, then, that$3$ I inconstant am? 141:55,007[A ]| He changes not who$6#1$ always is the same. 141:55,008[A ]| In$4$ my dear self I centre everything: 141:55,009[A ]| My servants, friends, my mistress, and my King; 141:55,010[A ]| Nay, heaven and earth to$4$ that$6#2$ one point I bring. 141:55,011[A ]| Well mannered, honest, generous, and stout 141:55,012[A ]| (Names by$4$ dull fools to$9$ plague mankind found out) 141:55,013[A ]| Should I regard, I must myself constrain, 141:55,014[A ]| And it is my maxim to$9$ avoid all pain. 141:55,015[A ]| You fondly look for$4$ what none ever could find, 141:55,016[A ]| Deceive yourself, and then call me unkind, 141:55,017[A ]| And by$4$ false reasons would my falsehood prove: 141:55,018[A ]| For$3$ it is as natural to$9$ change, as love. 141:55,019[A ]| You may as justly at the sun repine 141:55,020[A ]| Because alike it does not always shine. 141:55,021[A ]| No$2$ glorious thing was ever made to$9$ stay: 141:55,022[A ]| My blazing star but visits, and away. 141:55,023[A ]| As fatal, too, it shines as those in$4$ the skies: 141:55,024[A ]| It is never seen but some great lady dies. 141:55,025[A ]| The boasted favour you so$5#1$ precious hold 141:55,026[A ]| To$4$ me is no$2$ more than changing of my gold: 141:55,027[A ]| Whatever you gave, I paid you back in$4$ bliss; 141:55,028[A ]| Then where is the obligation, pray, of this? 141:55,029[A ]| If heretofore you found grace in$4$ my eyes, 141:55,030[A ]| Be thankful for$4$ it, and let that$6#2$ suffice. 141:55,031[A ]| But women, beggar-like, still haunt the door 141:55,032[A ]| Where they have received a charity before. 141:55,033[A ]| O happy sultan, whom we barbarous call, 141:55,034[A ]| How much refined art thou above us all! 141:55,035[A ]| Who$6#2$ envies not the joys of thy serail? 141:55,036[A ]| Thee like$4$ some god the trembling crowd adore; 141:55,037[A ]| Each man is thy slave, and womankind thy whore. 141:55,038[A ]| Methinks I see thee, underneath the shade 141:55,039[A ]| Of golden canopies supinely laid, 141:55,040[A ]| Thy crouching slaves all silent as the night, 141:55,041[A ]| But, at thy nod, all active as the light! 141:55,042[A ]| Secure in$4$ solid sloth thou there dost reign, 141:55,043[A ]| And feelest the joys of love without the pain. 141:55,044[A ]| Each female courts thee with a wishing eye, 141:55,045[A ]| Whilst thou with awful pride walkest careless by$5$, 141:55,046[A ]| Till thy kind pledge at last marks out the dame 141:55,047[A ]| Thou fanciest most to$9$ quench thy present flame. 141:55,048[A ]| Then from thy bed submissive she retires, 141:55,049[A ]| And thankful for$4$ the grace, no$2$ more requires. 141:55,050[A ]| No$2$ loud reproach nor fond unwelcome sound 141:55,051[A ]| Of women's tongues thy sacred ear dares wound. 141:55,052[A ]| If any do, a nimble mute straight ties 141:55,053[A ]| The true love knot, and stops her foolish cries. 141:55,054[A ]| Thou fearest no$2$ injured kinsman's threatening blade, 141:55,055[A ]| Nor midnight ambushes by$4$ rivals laid; 141:55,056[A ]| While here with aching hearts our joys we taste, 141:55,057[A ]| Disturbed by$4$ swords, like$4$ Damocles his feast. 141:56,000@@@@@| 141:56,000[' ]| 141:56,001[A ]| As some brave admiral, in$4$ former war 141:56,002[A ]| Deprived of force, but pressed with courage still, 141:56,003[A ]| Two rival fleets appearing from afar, 141:56,004[A ]| Crawls to$4$ the top of an adjacent hill; 141:56,005[A ]| From whence, with thoughts full of concern, he views 141:56,006[A ]| The wise and daring conduct of the fight, 141:56,007[A ]| Whilst each bold action to$4$ his mind renews 141:56,008[A ]| His present glory and his past delight; 141:56,009[A ]| From his fierce eyes flashes of fire he throws, 141:56,010[A ]| As from black clouds when lightning breaks away; 141:56,011[A ]| Transported, thinks himself amidst the foes, 141:56,012[A ]| And absent, yet enjoys the bloody day; 141:56,013[A ]| So$3$, when my days of impotence approach, 141:56,014[A ]| And I am by$4$ pox and wine's unlucky chance 141:56,015[A ]| Forced from the pleasing pillows of debauch 141:56,016[A ]| On$4$ the dull shore of lazy temperance, 141:56,017[A ]| My pains at least some respite shall afford 141:56,018[A ]| While I behold the battles you maintain 141:56,019[A ]| When fleets of glasses sail about the board, 141:56,020[A ]| From whose broadsides volleys of wit shall rain. 141:56,021[A ]| Nor let the sight of honorable scars, 141:56,022[A ]| Which$6#1$ my too forward valor did procure, 141:56,023[A ]| Frighten new-listed soldiers from the wars: 141:56,024[A ]| Past joys have more than paid what I endure. 141:56,025[A ]| Should any youth (worth being drunk) prove nice, 141:56,026[A ]| And from his fair inviter meanly shrink, 141:56,027[A ]| It will$1$ please the ghost of my departed vice 141:56,028[A ]| If, at my counsel, he repent and drink. 141:56,029[A ]| Or should some cold-complexioned sot forbid, 141:56,030[A ]| With his dull morals, our bold night-alarms, 141:56,031[A ]| I will$1$ fire his blood by$4$ telling what I did 141:56,032[A ]| When I was strong and able to$9$ bear arms. 141:56,033[A ]| I will$1$ tell of whores attacked, their lords at home; 141:56,034[A ]| Bawds' quarters beaten up$5$, and fortress won; 141:56,035[A ]| Windows demolished, watches overcome; 141:56,036[A ]| And handsome ills by$4$ my contrivance done. 141:56,037[A ]| Nor shall our love-fits, Chloris, be forgot, 141:56,038[A ]| When each the well-looked linkboy strove to$9$ enjoy, 141:56,039[A ]| And the best kiss was the deciding lot 141:56,040[A ]| Whether the boy fucked you, or I the boy. 141:56,041[A ]| With tales like$4$ these I will$1$ such thoughts inspire 141:56,042[A ]| As to$4$ important mischief shall incline: 141:56,043[A ]| I will$1$ make him long some ancient church to$9$ fire, 141:56,044[A ]| And fear no$2$ lewdness he is called to$4$ by$4$ wine. 141:56,045[A ]| Thus, statesmanlike, I will$1$ saucily impose, 141:56,046[A ]| And safe from action, valiantly advise; 141:56,047[A ]| Sheltered in$4$ impotence, urge you to$4$ blows, 141:56,048[A ]| And being good for$4$ nothing else, be wise. 141:57,000@@@@@| 141:57,000[' ]| 141:57,001[A ]| Nothing! thou elder brother even to$4$ Shade: 141:57,002[A ]| Thou hadst a being before the world was made, 141:57,003[A ]| And well fixed, art alone of ending not afraid. 141:57,004[A ]| Before Time and Place were, Time and Place were not, 141:57,005[A ]| When primitive Nothing Something straight begot; 141:57,006[A ]| Then all proceeded from the great united What. 141:57,007[A ]| Something, the general attribute of all, 141:57,008[A ]| Severed from thee, its sole original, 141:57,009[A ]| Into thy boundless self must undistinguished fall; 141:57,010[A ]| Yet Something did thy mighty power command, 141:57,011[A ]| And from thy fruitful Emptiness's hand 141:57,012[A ]| Snatched men, beasts, birds, fire, water, air, and land. 141:57,013[A ]| Matter, the wicked'st offspring of thy race, 141:57,014[A ]| By$4$ Form assisted, flew from thy embrace, 141:57,015[A ]| And rebel Light obscured thy reverend dusky face. 141:57,016[A ]| With Form and Matter, Time and Place did join; 141:57,017[A ]| Body, thy foe, with these did leagues combine 141:57,018[A ]| To$9$ spoil thy peaceful realm, and ruin all thy line; 141:57,019[A ]| But turncoat Time assists the foe in$4$ vain, 141:57,020[A ]| And bribed by$4$ thee, destroys their short-lived reign, 141:57,021[A ]| And to$4$ thy hungry womb drives back thy slaves again. 141:57,022[A ]| Though mysteries are barred from laic eyes, 141:57,023[A ]| And the divine alone with warrant pries 141:57,024[A ]| Into thy bosom, where the truth in$4$ private lies, 141:57,025[A ]| Yet this of thee the wise may truly say: 141:57,026[A ]| Thou from the virtuous nothing dost delay, 141:57,027[A ]| And to$9$ be part of thee the wicked wisely pray. 141:57,028[A ]| Great Negative, how vainly would the wise 141:57,029[A ]| Inquire, define, distinguish, teach, devise, 141:57,030[A ]| Didst thou not stand to$9$ point their blind philosophies! 141:57,031[A ]| Is or Is Not, the two great ends of Fate, 141:57,032[A ]| And True or False, the subject of debate, 141:57,033[A ]| That$6#1$ perfect or destroy the vast designs of state ~~ 141:57,034[A ]| When they have racked the politician's breast, 141:57,035[A ]| Within thy bosom most securely rest, 141:57,036[A ]| And when reduced to$4$ thee, are least unsafe and best. 141:57,037[A ]| But Nothing, why does Something still permit 141:57,038[A ]| That$3$ sacred monarchs should in$4$ council sit 141:57,039[A ]| With persons highly thought at best for$4$ nothing fit, 141:57,040[A ]| While weighty Something modestly abstains 141:57,041[A ]| From princes' coffers, and from statesmen's brains, 141:57,042[A ]| And Nothing there like$4$ stately Nothing reigns? 141:57,043[A ]| Nothing! who$6#1$ dwellest with fools in$4$ grave disguise, 141:57,044[A ]| For$4$ whom they reverend shapes and forms devise, 141:57,045[A ]| Lawn sleeves and furs and gowns, when they like$4$ thee look wise: 141:57,046[A ]| French truth, Dutch prowess, British policy, 141:57,047[A ]| Hibernian learning, Scotch civility, 141:57,048[A ]| Spaniard's dispatch, Danes' wit are mainly seen in$4$ thee; 141:57,049[A ]| The great man's gratitude to$4$ his best friend, 141:57,050[A ]| Kings' promises, whores' vows ~~ towards thee they bend, 141:57,051[A ]| Flow swiftly into thee, and in$4$ thee ever end. 141:58,000@@@@@| 141:58,000[' ]| 141:58,001[A ]| Well, sir, it is granted I said Dryden's rhymes 141:58,002[A ]| Were stolen, unequal, nay dull many times. 141:58,003[A ]| What foolish patron is there found of his 141:58,004[A ]| So$5#1$ blindly partial to$9$ deny me this? 141:58,005[A ]| But that$3$ his plays, embroidered up$5$ and down 141:58,006[A ]| With wit and learning, justly pleased the town 141:58,007[A ]| In$4$ the same paper I as freely own. 141:58,008[A ]| Yet having this allowed, the heavy mass 141:58,009[A ]| That$6#1$ stuffs up$5$ his loose volumes must not pass; 141:58,010[A ]| For$3$ by$4$ that$6#2$ rule I might as well admit 141:58,011[A ]| Crowne's tedious scenes for$4$ poetry and wit. 141:58,012[A ]| It is therefore not enough when your false sense 141:58,013[A ]| Hits the false judgment of an audience 141:58,014[A ]| Of clapping fools, assembling a vast crowd 141:58,015[A ]| Till the thronged playhouse crack with the dull load; 141:58,016[A ]| Though even that$6#2$ talent merits in$4$ some sort 141:58,017[A ]| That$6#1$ can divert the rabble and the Court, 141:58,018[A ]| Which$6#1$ blundering Settle never could attain, 141:58,019[A ]| And puzzling Otway labours at in$4$ vain. 141:58,020[A ]| But within due proportions circumscribe 141:58,021[A ]| Whatever you write, that$6#1$ with a flowing tide 141:58,022[A ]| The style may rise, yet in$4$ its rise forbear 141:58,023[A ]| With useless words to$9$ oppress the wearied ear. 141:58,024[A ]| Here be your language lofty, there more light: 141:58,025[A ]| Your rhetoric with your poetry unite. 141:58,026[A ]| For$4$ elegance' sake, sometimes allay the force 141:58,027[A ]| Of epithets: it will$1$ soften the discourse. 141:58,028[A ]| A jest in$4$ scorn points out and hits the thing 141:58,029[A ]| More home than the morosest satire's sting. 141:58,030[A ]| Shakespeare and Jonson did herein excel, 141:58,031[A ]| And might in$4$ this be imitated well; 141:58,032[A ]| Whom refined Etherege copies not at all, 141:58,033[A ]| But is himself a sheer original; 141:58,034[A ]| Nor that$6#2$ slow drudge in$4$ swift Pindaric strains, 141:58,035[A ]| Flatman, who$6#1$ Cowley imitates with pains, 141:58,036[A ]| And rides a jaded muse, whipped with loose reins. 141:58,037[A ]| When Lee makes temperate Scipio fret and rave, 141:58,038[A ]| And Hannibal a whining amorous slave, 141:58,039[A ]| I laugh, and wish the hot-brained fustian fool 141:58,040[A ]| In$4$ Busby's hands, to$9$ be well lashed at school. 141:58,041[A ]| Of all our modern wits, none seems to$4$ me 141:58,042[A ]| Once to$9$ have touched upon$4$ true comedy 141:58,043[A ]| But hasty Shadwell and slow Wycherley. 141:58,044[A ]| Shadwell's unfinished works do yet impart 141:58,045[A ]| Great proofs of force of nature, none of art: 141:58,046[A ]| With just, bold strokes he dashes here and there, 141:58,047[A ]| Showing great mastery, with little care, 141:58,048[A ]| And scorns to$9$ varnish his good touches over 141:58,049[A ]| To$9$ make the fools and women praise them more. 141:58,050[A ]| But Wycherley earns hard whatever he gains: 141:58,051[A ]| He wants no$2$ judgment, nor he spares no$2$ pains. 141:58,052[A ]| He frequently excels, and at the least 141:58,053[A ]| Makes fewer faults than any of the best. 141:58,054[A ]| Waller, by$4$ nature for$4$ the bays designed, 141:58,055[A ]| With force and fire and fancy unconfined, 141:58,056[A ]| In$4$ panegyrics does excel mankind. 141:58,057[A ]| He best can turn, enforce, and soften things 141:58,058[A ]| To$9$ praise great conquerors, or to$9$ flatter Kings. 141:58,059[A ]| For$4$ pointed satires, I would Buckhurst choose: 141:58,060[A ]| The best good man with the worst-natured muse. 141:58,061[A ]| For$4$ songs and verses mannerly obscene, 141:58,062[A ]| That$6#1$ can stir nature up$5$ by$4$ springs unseen, 141:58,063[A ]| And without forcing blushes, warm the Queen ~~ 141:58,064[A ]| Sedley has that$6#2$ prevailing gentle art, 141:58,065[A ]| That$6#1$ can with a resistless charm impart 141:58,066[A ]| The loosest wishes to$4$ the chastest heart; 141:58,067[A ]| Raise such a conflict, kindle such a fire, 141:58,068[A ]| Betwixt declining virtue and desire, 141:58,069[A ]| Till the poor vanquished maid dissolves away 141:58,070[A ]| In$4$ dreams all night, in$4$ sighs and tears all day. 141:58,071[A ]| Dryden in$4$ vain tried this nice way of wit, 141:58,072[A ]| For$3$ he to$9$ be a tearing blade thought fit. 141:58,073[A ]| But when he would be sharp, he still was blunt: 141:58,074[A ]| To$9$ frisk his frolic fancy, he would cry, 141:58,074[W ]| "Cunt!" 141:58,075[A ]| Would give the ladies a dry bawdy bob, 141:58,076[A ]| And thus he got the name of Poet Squab. 141:58,077[A ]| But, to$9$ be just, it will$1$ to$4$ his praise be found 141:58,078[A ]| His excellencies more than faults abound; 141:58,079[A ]| Nor dare I from his sacred temples tear 141:58,080[A ]| That$6#2$ laurel which$6#1$ he best deserves to$9$ wear. 141:58,081[A ]| But does not Dryden find even Jonson dull; 141:58,082[A ]| Fletcher and Beaumont uncorrect, and full 141:58,083[A ]| Of lewd lines, as he calls them; Shakespeare's style 141:58,084[A ]| Stiff and affected; to$4$ his own the while 141:58,085[A ]| Allowing all the justness that$6#1$ his pride 141:58,086[A ]| So$5#1$ arrogantly had to$4$ these denied? 141:58,087[A ]| And may not I have leave impartially 141:58,088[A ]| To$9$ search and censure Dryden's works, and try 141:58,089[A ]| If those gross faults his choice pen does commit 141:58,090[A ]| Proceed from want of judgment, or of wit; 141:58,091[A ]| Or if his lumpish fancy does refuse 141:58,092[A ]| Spirit and grace to$4$ his loose, slattern muse? 141:58,093[A ]| Five hundred verses every morning writ 141:58,094[A ]| Proves you no$2$ more a poet than a wit. 141:58,095[A ]| Such scribbling authors have been seen before; 141:58,096[A ]| \Mustapha\, \The*English*Princess\, forty more 141:58,097[A ]| Were things perhaps composed in$4$ half an hour. 141:58,098[A ]| To$9$ write what may securely stand the test 141:58,099[A ]| Of being well read over, thrice at least 141:58,100[A ]| Compare each phrase, examine every line, 141:58,101[A ]| Weigh every word, and every thought refine. 141:58,102[A ]| Scorn all applause the vile rout can bestow, 141:58,103[A ]| And be content to$9$ please those few who$6#1$ know. 141:58,104[A ]| Canst thou be such a vain, mistaken thing 141:58,105[A ]| To$9$ wish thy works might make a playhouse ring 141:58,106[A ]| With the unthinking laughter and poor praise 141:58,107[A ]| Of fops and ladies, factious for$4$ thy plays? 141:58,108[A ]| Then send a cunning friend to$9$ learn thy doom 141:58,109[A ]| From the shrewd judges in$4$ the drawing room. 141:58,110[A ]| I have no$2$ ambition on$4$ that$6#2$ idle score, 141:58,111[A ]| But say with Betty*Morris heretofore, 141:58,112[A ]| When a Court lady called her Buckley's whore, 141:58,113[A ]| "I please one man of wit, am proud on it too: 141:58,114[A ]| Let all the coxcombs dance to$4$ bed to$4$ you!" 141:58,115[A ]| Should I be troubled when the purblind knight, 141:58,116[A ]| Who$6#1$ squints more in$4$ his judgment than his sight, 141:58,117[A ]| Picks silly faults, and censures what I write; 141:58,118[A ]| Of when the poor-fed poets of the town, 141:58,119[A ]| For$4$ scraps and coach room, cry my verses down? 141:58,120[A ]| I loathe the rabble; it is enough for$4$ me 141:58,121[A ]| If Sedley, Shadwell, Shepherd, Wycherley, 141:58,122[A ]| Godolphin, Butler, Buckhurst, Buckingham, 141:58,123[A ]| And some few more, whom I omit to$9$ name, 141:58,124[A ]| Approve my sense: I count their censure fame. 141:59,000@@@@@| 141:59,000[' ]| 141:59,001[B ]| When to$4$ the King I bid good morrow 141:59,002[B ]| With tongue in$4$ mouth, and hand on$4$ tarse, 141:59,003[B ]| Portsmouth may rend her cunt for$4$ sorrow, 141:59,004[B ]| And Mazarin may kiss mine arse. 141:59,005[C ]| When England's monarch is on$4$ my belly, 141:59,006[C ]| With prick in$4$ cunt, though double crammed, 141:59,007[C ]| Fart of mine arse for$4$ small whore Nelly, 141:59,008[C ]| And great whore Mazarin be damned. 141:59,009[D ]| When on$4$ Portsmouth's lap I lay my head, 141:59,010[D ]| And Knight does sing her bawdy song, 141:59,011[D ]| I envy not George*Porter's bed, 141:59,012[D ]| Nor the delights of Madam*Long. 141:59,013[X ]| Now heavens preserve our faith's defender 141:59,014[X ]| From Paris plots and Roman cunt; 141:59,015[X ]| From Mazarin, that$6#2$ new pretender, 141:59,016[X ]| And from that$6#2$ politique, Grammont. 141:60,000@@@@@| 141:60,000[' ]| 141:60,001[A ]| Son of a whore, God damn you! can you tell 141:60,002[A ]| A peerless peer the readiest way to$4$ Hell? 141:60,003[A ]| I have outswilled Bacchus, sworn of my own make 141:60,004[A ]| Oaths would fright Furies, and make Pluto quake; 141:60,005[A ]| I have swived more whores more ways than Sodom's walls 141:60,006[A ]| Ever knew, or the College of Rome's Cardinals. 141:60,007[A ]| Witness heroic scars ~~ Look here, never go! ~~ 141:60,008[A ]| Cerecloths and ulcers from the top to$4$ toe! 141:60,009[A ]| Frighted at my own mischiefs, I have fled 141:60,010[A ]| And bravely left my life's defender dead; 141:60,011[A ]| Broke houses to$9$ break chastity, and died 141:60,012[A ]| That$6#2$ floor with murder which$6#1$ my lust denied. 141:60,013[A ]| Pox on$4$ it, why do I speak of these poor things? 141:60,014[A ]| I have blasphemed my God, and libelled Kings! 141:60,015[A ]| The readiest way to$4$ Hell ~~ Come quick! 141:60,016[B ]| Never stir: 141:60,017[B ]| The readiest way, my Lord, is by$4$ Rochester. 141:61,000@@@@@| 141:61,001[' ]| 141:61,002[A ]| To$9$ rack and torture thy unmeaning brain 141:61,003[A ]| In$4$ satire's praise, to$4$ a low untuned strain, 141:61,004[A ]| In$4$ thee was most impertinent and vain, 141:61,005[A ]| When in$4$ thy person we more clearly see 141:61,006[A ]| That$3$ satire is of divine authority, 141:61,007[A ]| For$3$ God made one on$4$ man when he made thee: 141:61,008[A ]| To$9$ show there are some men, as there are apes, 141:61,009[A ]| Framed for$4$ mere sport, who$6#1$ differ but in$4$ shapes. 141:61,010[A ]| In$4$ thee are all those contradictions joined 141:61,011[A ]| That$6#1$ make an ass prodigious and refined. 141:61,012[A ]| A lump deformed and shapeless wert thou born, 141:61,013[A ]| Begot in$4$ love's despite and nature's scorn, 141:61,014[A ]| And art grown up$5$ the most ungraceful wight, 141:61,015[A ]| Harsh to$4$ the ear, and hideous to$4$ the sight; 141:61,016[A ]| Yet love is thy business, beauty thy delight. 141:61,017[A ]| Curse on$4$ that$6#2$ silly hour that$6#1$ first inspired 141:61,018[A ]| Thy madness to$9$ pretend to$9$ be admired: 141:61,019[A ]| To$9$ paint thy grisly face, to$9$ dance, to$9$ dress, 141:61,020[A ]| And all those awkward follies that$6#1$ express 141:61,021[A ]| Thy loathsome love and filthy daintiness; 141:61,022[A ]| Who$6#1$ needs will$1$ be an ugly 9beau*garcon, 141:61,023[A ]| Spit at and shunned by$4$ every girl in$4$ town, 141:61,024[A ]| Where, dreadfully, love's scarecrow thou art placed 141:61,025[A ]| To$9$ fright the tender flock that$6#1$ long to$9$ taste, 141:61,026[A ]| While every coming maid, when you appear, 141:61,027[A ]| Starts back for$4$ shame, and straight turns chaste for$4$ fear. 141:61,028[A ]| For$3$ none so$5#1$ poor or prostitute have proved, 141:61,029[A ]| Where you made love, to$9$ endure to$9$ be beloved. 141:61,030[A ]| It were labour lost, or else I would advise, 141:61,031[A ]| But thy half wit will$1$ never let thee be wise. 141:61,032[A ]| Half witty, and half mad, and scarce half brave; 141:61,033[A ]| Half honest, which$6#1$ is very much a knave ~~ 141:61,034[A ]| Made of up$5$ all these halves, thou canst not pass 141:61,035[A ]| For$4$ anything entirely but an ass. 141:62,000@@@@@| 141:62,000[' ]| 141:62,001[A ]| God bless our good and gracious King, 141:62,002[A ]| Whose promise none relies on$4$; 141:62,003[A ]| Who$6#1$ never said a foolish thing, 141:62,004[A ]| Nor ever did a wise one. 141:63,000@@@@@| 141:63,000[' ]| 141:63,001[A ]| Here is Monmouth the witty, 141:63,002[A ]| And Lauderdale the pretty, 141:63,003[A ]| And Frazier, that$6#2$ learned physician; 141:63,004[A ]| But above all the rest, 141:63,005[A ]| Here is the Duke for$4$ a jest, 141:63,006[A ]| And the King for$4$ a grand politician. 141:64,000@@@@@| 141:64,000[' ]| 141:64,001[B ]| "I swive as well as others do; 141:64,002[B ]| I am young, not yet deformed; 141:64,003[B ]| My tender heart, sincere and true, 141:64,004[B ]| Deserves not to$9$ be scorned. 141:64,005[A ]| Why, Phyllis, then, why will$1$ you swive 141:64,006[A ]| With forty lovers more?" 141:64,007[B ]| "Can I", 141:64,007[' ]| said she, 141:64,007[B ]| "with nature strive? 141:64,008[B ]| Alas I am, alas I am a whore! 141:64,009[B ]| "Were all my body larded over 141:64,010[B ]| With darts of love, so$5#1$ thick 141:64,011[B ]| That$3$ you might find in$4$ every pore 141:64,012[B ]| A well-stuck standing prick, 141:64,013[B ]| Whilst yet my eyes alone were free, 141:64,014[B ]| My heart would never doubt, 141:64,015[B ]| In$4$ amorous rage and ecstasy, 141:64,016[B ]| To$9$ wish those eyes, to$9$ wish those eyes fucked out." 141:65,000@@@@@| 141:65,000[' ]| 141:65,001[A ]| Her father gave her dildoes six; 141:65,002[A ]| Her mother made them up$5$ a score; 141:65,003[A ]| But she loves nought but living pricks, 141:65,004[A ]| And swears by$4$ God she will$1$ frig no$2$ more. 141:66,000@@@@@| 141:66,000[' ]| 141:66,001[A ]| Against the charms our ballocks have 141:66,002[A ]| How weak all human skill is, 141:66,003[A ]| Since they can make a man a slave 141:66,004[A ]| To$4$ such a bitch as Willis! 141:66,005[A ]| Whom that$3$ I may describe throughout, 141:66,006[A ]| Assist me, bawdy powers; 141:66,007[A ]| I will$1$ write upon$4$ a double clout, 141:66,008[A ]| And dip my pen in$4$ flowers. 141:66,009[A ]| Her look is demurely impudent, 141:66,010[A ]| Ungainly beautiful; 141:66,011[A ]| Her modesty is insolent, 141:66,012[A ]| Her wit both pert and dull. 141:66,013[A ]| A prostitute to$4$ all the town, 141:66,014[A ]| And yet with no$2$ man friends, 141:66,015[A ]| She rails and scolds when she lies down, 141:66,016[A ]| And curses when she spends. 141:66,017[A ]| Bawdy in$4$ thoughts, precise in$4$ words, 141:66,018[A ]| Ill-natured though a whore, 141:66,019[A ]| Her belly is a bag of turds, 141:66,020[A ]| And her cunt a common shore. 141:67,000@@@@@| 141:67,000[' ]| 141:67,001[A ]| By$4$ all love's soft, yet mighty powers, 141:67,002[A ]| It is a thing unfit 141:67,003[A ]| That$3$ men should fuck in$4$ time of flowers, 141:67,004[A ]| Or when the smock is beshit. 141:67,005[A ]| Fair nasty nymph, be clean and kind, 141:67,006[A ]| And all my joys restore 141:67,007[A ]| By$4$ using paper still behind 141:67,008[A ]| And spunges for$4$ before. 141:67,009[A ]| My spotless flames can never decay 141:67,010[A ]| If after every close, 141:67,011[A ]| My smoking prick escape the fray 141:67,012[A ]| Without a bloody nose. 141:67,013[A ]| If thou wouldst have me true, be wise 141:67,014[A ]| And take to$4$ cleanly sinning; 141:67,015[A ]| None but fresh lovers' pricks can rise 141:67,016[A ]| At Phyllis in$4$ foul linen. 141:68,000@@@@@| 141:68,000[' ]| 141:68,001[A ]| Some few, from wit, have this true maxim got, 141:68,002[A ]| That$3$ it is still better to$9$ be pleased than not, 141:68,003[A ]| And therefore never their own torment plot; 141:68,004[A ]| While the malicious critics still agree 141:68,005[A ]| To$9$ loathe each play they come, and pay, to$9$ see. 141:68,006[A ]| The first know it is a meaner part of sense 141:68,007[A ]| To$9$ find a fault than taste an excellence; 141:68,008[A ]| Therefore they praise and strive to$9$ like$1$, while these 141:68,009[A ]| Are dully vain of being hard to$9$ please. 141:68,010[A ]| Poets and women have an equal right 141:68,011[A ]| To$9$ hate the dull, who$6#1$, dead to$4$ all delight, 141:68,012[A ]| Feel pain alone, and have no$2$ joy but spite. 141:68,013[A ]| It was impotence did first this vice begin: 141:68,014[A ]| Fools censure wit as old men rail of sin, 141:68,015[A ]| Who$6#1$ envy pleasure which$6#1$ they can not taste, 141:68,016[A ]| And, good for$4$ nothing, would be wise at last. 141:68,017[A ]| Since therefore to$4$ the women it appears 141:68,018[A ]| That$3$ all these enemies of wit are theirs, 141:68,019[A ]| Our poet the dull herd no$2$ longer fears. 141:68,020[A ]| Whatever his fate may prove, it will$1$ be his pride 141:68,021[A ]| To$9$ stand or fall with beauty on$4$ his side. 141:69,000@@@@@| 141:69,000[' ]| 141:69,001[A ]| Crushed by$4$ that$6#2$ just contempt his follies bring 141:69,002[A ]| On$4$ his crazed head, the vermin fain would sting; 141:69,003[A ]| But never satire did so$5#1$ softly bite, 141:69,004[A ]| Or Gentle George himself more gently write. 141:69,005[A ]| Born to$4$ no$2$ other but thy own disgrace, 141:69,006[A ]| Thou art a thing so$5#1$ wretched and so$5#1$ base 141:69,007[A ]| Thou canst not even offend, but with thy face; 141:69,008[A ]| And dost at once a sad example prove 141:69,009[A ]| Of harmless malice, and of hopeless love, 141:69,010[A ]| All pride and ugliness! Oh, how we loathe 141:69,011[A ]| A nauseous creature so$5#1$ composed of both! 141:69,012[A ]| How oft have we thy capering person seen, 141:69,013[A ]| With dismal look, and melancholy mien, 141:69,014[A ]| The just reverse of Nokes, when he would be 141:69,015[A ]| Some mighty hero, and makes love like$4$ thee. 141:69,016[A ]| Thou art below being laughed at; out of spite, 141:69,017[A ]| Men gaze upon$4$ thee as a hideous sight, 141:69,018[A ]| And cry, 141:69,018[X ]| "There goes the melancholy knight!" 141:69,019[A ]| There are some modish fools we daily see, 141:69,020[A ]| Modest and dull: why, they are wits to$4$ thee! 141:69,021[A ]| For$3$, of all folly, sure the very top 141:69,022[A ]| Is a conceited ninny, and a fop; 141:69,023[A ]| With face of farce, joined to$4$ a head romancy, 141:69,024[A ]| There is no$2$ such coxcomb as your fool of fancy. 141:69,025[A ]| But it is too much on$4$ so$5#1$ despised a theme: 141:69,026[A ]| No$2$ man would dabble in$4$ a dirty stream. 141:69,027[A ]| The worst that$6#1$ I could write would be no$2$ more 141:69,028[A ]| Than what thy very friends have said before. 141:70,000@@@@@| 141:70,000[' ]| 141:70,001[A ]| Bursting with pride, the loathed impostume swells; 141:70,002[A ]| Prick him, he sheds his venom straight, and smells. 141:70,003[A ]| But it is so$5#1$ lewd a scribbler, that$3$ he writes 141:70,004[A ]| With as much force to$4$ nature as he fights; 141:70,005[A ]| Hardened in$4$ shame, it is such a baffled fop 141:70,006[A ]| That$3$ every schoolboy whips him like$4$ a top. 141:70,007[A ]| And, with his arm and head, his brain is so$5#1$ weak 141:70,008[A ]| That$3$ his starved fancy is compelled to$9$ rake 141:70,009[A ]| Among the excrements of others' wit 141:70,010[A ]| To$9$ make a stinking meal of what they shit; 141:70,011[A ]| So$3$ swine, for$4$ nasty meat, to$4$ dunghill run, 141:70,012[A ]| And toss their gruntling snouts up$5$ when they have done. 141:70,013[A ]| Against his stars the coxcomb ever strives, 141:70,014[A ]| And to$9$ be something they forbid, contrives. 141:70,015[A ]| With a red nose, splay foot, and goggle eye, 141:70,016[A ]| A plowman's looby mien, face all awry, 141:70,017[A ]| With stinking breath, and every loathsome mark, 141:70,018[A ]| The Punchinello sets up$5$ for$4$ a spark. 141:70,019[A ]| With equal self-conceit, too, he bears arms, 141:70,020[A ]| But with that$6#2$ vile success his part performs 141:70,021[A ]| That$3$ he burlesques his trade, and what is best 141:70,022[A ]| In$4$ others, turns like$4$ Harlequin to$4$ jest. 141:70,023[A ]| So$3$ have I seen, at Smithfield's wondrous fair, 141:70,024[A ]| When all his brother monsters flourish there, 141:70,025[A ]| A lubbard elephant divert the town 141:70,026[A ]| With making legs, and shooting off a gun. 141:70,027[A ]| Go where he will$1$, he never finds a friend; 141:70,028[A ]| Shame and derision all his steps attend. 141:70,029[A ]| Alike abroad, at home, in$4$ the camp and Court, 141:70,030[A ]| This Knight of the Burning Pestle makes us sport. 141:71,000@@@@@| 141:71,000[' ]| 141:71,001[A ]| Dear friend, 141:71,002[A ]| I hear this town does so$5#1$ abound 141:71,003[A ]| With saucy censurers, that$3$ faults are found 141:71,004[A ]| With what of late we, in$4$ poetic rage 141:71,005[A ]| Bestowing, threw away on$4$ the dull age. 141:71,006[A ]| But howsoever envy their spleen may raise 141:71,007[A ]| To$9$ rob my brow of the deserved bays, 141:71,008[A ]| Their thanks at least I merit, since through me 141:71,009[A ]| They are partakers of your poetry. 141:71,010[A ]| And this is all I will$1$ say in$4$ my defence: 141:71,011[A ]| To$9$ obtain one line of your well-worded sense, 141:71,012[A ]| I would be content to$9$ have writ the*British*Prince. 141:71,013[A ]| I am none of those who$6#1$ think themselves inspired, 141:71,014[A ]| Nor write with the vain hopes to$9$ be admired, 141:71,015[A ]| But from a rule I have upon$4$ long trial: 141:71,016[A ]| To$9$ avoid with care all sort of self-denial. 141:71,017[A ]| Which$6#1$ way soever desire and fancy lead, 141:71,018[A ]| Contemning fame, that$6#2$ path I boldly tread. 141:71,019[A ]| And if, exposing what I take for$4$ wit, 141:71,020[A ]| To$4$ my dear self a pleasure I beget, 141:71,021[A ]| No$2$ matter though the censuring critic fret. 141:71,022[A ]| Those whom my muse displeases are at strife 141:71,023[A ]| With equal spleen against my course of life, 141:71,024[A ]| The least delight of which$6#1$ I would not forgo 141:71,025[A ]| For$4$ all the flattering praise man can bestow. 141:71,026[A ]| If I designed to$9$ please, the way were then 141:71,027[A ]| To$9$ mend my manners rather than my pen. 141:71,028[A ]| The first is unnatural, therefore unfit, 141:71,029[A ]| And for$4$ the second, I despair of it, 141:71,030[A ]| Since grace is not so$5#1$ hard to$9$ get as wit. 141:71,031[A ]| Perhaps ill verses ought to$9$ be confined 141:71,032[A ]| In$4$ mere good breeding, like$4$ unsavoury wind. 141:71,033[A ]| Were reading forced, I should be apt to$9$ think 141:71,034[A ]| Men might no$2$ more write scurvily than stink. 141:71,035[A ]| But it is your choice whether you will$1$ read or no$5$; 141:71,036[A ]| If likewise of your smelling it were so$5#2$, 141:71,037[A ]| I would fart, just as I write, for$4$ my own ease, 141:71,038[A ]| Nor should you be concerned unless you please. 141:71,039[A ]| I will$1$ own that$3$ you write better than I do, 141:71,040[A ]| But I have as much need to$9$ write as you. 141:71,041[A ]| What though the excrement of my dull brain 141:71,042[A ]| Runs in$4$ a costive and insipid strain, 141:71,043[A ]| Whilst your rich head eases itself of wit: 141:71,044[A ]| Must none but civet cats have leave to$9$ shit? 141:71,045[A ]| In$4$ all I write, should sense and wit and rhyme 141:71,046[A ]| Fail me at once, yet something so$5#1$ sublime 141:71,047[A ]| Shall stamp my poem, that$3$ the world may see 141:71,048[A ]| It could have been produced by$4$ none but me. 141:71,049[A ]| And that$6#2$ is my end, for$3$ man can wish no$2$ more 141:71,050[A ]| Than so$5#2$ to$9$ write, as none ever writ before. 141:71,051[A ]| But why am I no$2$ poet of the times? 141:71,052[A ]| I have allusions, similes, and rhymes, 141:71,053[A ]| And wit ~~ or else it is hard that$3$ I alone 141:71,054[A ]| Of the whole race of mankind should have none. 141:71,055[A ]| Unequally the partial hand of heaven 141:71,056[A ]| Has all but this one only blessing given. 141:71,057[A ]| The world appears like$4$ a large family 141:71,058[A ]| Whose lord, oppressed with pride and poverty, 141:71,059[A ]| That$3$ to$4$ a few great plenty he may show, 141:71,060[A ]| Is fain to$9$ starve the numerous train below: 141:71,061[A ]| Just so$5#2$ seems Providence, as poor and vain, 141:71,062[A ]| Keeping more creatures than it can maintain; 141:71,063[A ]| Here it is profuse, and there it meanly saves, 141:71,064[A ]| And for$4$ one prince it makes ten thousand slaves. 141:71,065[A ]| In$4$ wit alone it has been munificent, 141:71,066[A ]| Of which$6#1$ so$5#1$ just a share to$4$ each is sent 141:71,067[A ]| That$3$ the most avaricious is content: 141:71,068[A ]| Whoever thought ~~ the due division is such ~~ 141:71,069[A ]| His own too little, or his friend's too much? 141:71,070[A ]| Yet most men show, or find great want of wit, 141:71,071[A ]| Writing themselves, or judging what is writ. 141:71,072[A ]| But I, who$6#1$ am of sprightly vigor full, 141:71,073[A ]| Look on$4$ mankind as envious and dull. 141:71,074[A ]| Born to$4$ myself, myself I like$1$ alone 141:71,075[A ]| And must conclude my judgment good, or none. 141:71,076[A ]| For$3$ should my sense be nought, how could I know 141:71,077[A ]| Whether another man's be good or no$5$? 141:71,078[A ]| Thus I resolve of my own poetry 141:71,079[A ]| That$3$ it is the best, and that$6#2$ is a fame for$4$ me. 141:71,080[A ]| If then I am happy, what does it advance 141:71,081[A ]| Whether to$4$ merit due, or arrogance? 141:71,082[B ]| "Oh! but the world will$1$ take offence thereby." 141:71,083[A ]| Why then, the world will$1$ suffer for$4$ it, not I. 141:71,084[A ]| Did ever this saucy world and I agree 141:71,085[A ]| To$9$ let it have its beastly will$0$ of me? 141:71,086[A ]| Why should my prostituted sense be drawn 141:71,087[A ]| To$4$ every rule their musty customs spawn? 141:71,088[B ]| "But men will$1$ censure you." 141:71,088[A ]| It is ten to$4$ one 141:71,089[A ]| Whenever they censure, they will$1$ be in$4$ the wrong. 141:71,090[A ]| There is not a thing on$4$ earth that$6#1$ I can name 141:71,091[A ]| So$5#1$ foolish and so$5#1$ false as common fame. 141:71,092[A ]| It calls the courtier knave, the plain man rude, 141:71,093[A ]| Haughty the grave, and the delightful lewd, 141:71,094[A ]| Impertinent the brisk, morose the sad, 141:71,095[A ]| Mean the familiar, the reserved one man. 141:71,096[A ]| Poor helpless woman is not favored more: 141:71,097[A ]| She is a sly hypocrite, or public whore. 141:71,098[A ]| Then who$6#1$ the devil would give this to$9$ be free 141:71,099[A ]| From the innocent reproach of infamy? 141:71,100[A ]| These things considered make me, in$4$ despite 141:71,101[A ]| Of idle rumour, keep at home and write. 141:72,000@@@@@| 141:72,000[' ]| 141:72,001[A ]| To$9$ form a plot, 141:72,002[A ]| The blustering bard whose rough, unruly rhyme 141:72,003[A ]| Gives Plutarch's Lives the lie in$4$ every line, 141:72,004[A ]| Who$6#1$ rapture before nature does prefer 141:72,005[A ]| (And now himself turned his own imager), 141:72,006[A ]| Defaceth God's in$4$ every character. 141:73,000@@@@@| 141:73,000[' ]| 141:73,000[' ]| 141:73,000[' ]| 141:73,001[A ]| What strange surprise to$9$ meet such words as these 141:73,002[A ]| (Such terms of horror were never chose to$9$ please) ~~ 141:73,003[A ]| To$9$ meet, midst pleasures of a jovial night, 141:73,004[A ]| Words that$6#1$ can only give amaze and fright: 141:73,005[A ]| No$2$ gentle thought that$6#1$ does to$4$ love invite! 141:73,006[A ]| Were it not better for$4$ your arms to$9$ employ 141:73,007[A ]| Grasping a lover in$4$ pursuit of joy, 141:73,008[A ]| Than handling sword and pen, weapons unfit? 141:73,009[A ]| Your sex gains conquest by$4$ their charms and wit. 141:73,010[A ]| Of writers slain I could with pleasure hear, 141:73,011[A ]| Approve of fights, overjoyed to$9$ cause a tear ~~ 141:73,012[A ]| So$5#2$ slain, I mean, that$3$ she should soon revive, 141:73,013[A ]| Pleased in$4$ my arms to$9$ find herself alive. 141:74,000@@@@@| 141:74,000[' ]| 141:74,001[A ]| After death nothing is, and nothing, death: 141:74,002[A ]| The utmost limit of a gasp of breath. 141:74,003[A ]| Let the ambitious zealot lay aside 141:74,004[A ]| His hopes of heaven, whose faith is but his pride; 141:74,005[A ]| Let slavish souls lay by$5$ their fear, 141:74,006[A ]| Nor be concerned which$6#1$ way nor where 141:74,007[A ]| After this life they shall be hurled. 141:74,008[A ]| Dead, we become the lumber of the world, 141:74,009[A ]| And to$4$ that$6#2$ mass of matter shall be swept 141:74,010[A ]| Where things destroyed with things unborn are kept. 141:74,011[A ]| Devouring time swallows us whole; 141:74,012[A ]| Impartial death confounds body and soul. 141:74,013[A ]| For$3$ Hell and the foul fiend that$6#1$ rules 141:74,014[A ]| God's everlasting fiery jails 141:74,015[A ]| (Devised by$4$ rogues, dreaded by$4$ fools), 141:74,074[A ]| With his grim, grisly dog that$6#1$ keeps the door, 141:74,017[A ]| Are senseless stories, idle tales, 141:74,018[A ]| Dreams, whimseys, and no$2$ more. 142:01,000@@@@@| 142:01,000[' ]| 142:01,000[' ]| 142:01,001[A ]| Virtue's triumphant shrine! who$6#1$ dost engage 142:01,002[A ]| At once three kingdoms in$4$ a pilgrimage; 142:01,003[A ]| Which$6#1$ in$4$ ecstatic duty strive to$9$ come 142:01,004[A ]| Out of themselves, as well as from their home; 142:01,005[A ]| Whilst England grows one camp, and London is 142:01,006[A ]| Itself the nation, not metropolis, 142:01,007[A ]| And loyal Kent renews her arts again, 142:01,008[A ]| Fencing her ways with moving groves of men; 142:01,009[A ]| Forgive this distant homage, which$6#1$ doth meet 142:01,010[A ]| Your blest approach on$4$ sedentary feet; 142:01,011[A ]| And though my youth, not patient yet to$9$ bear 142:01,012[A ]| The weight of arms, denies me to$9$ appear 142:01,013[A ]| In$4$ steel before you, yet, Great Sir, approve 142:01,014[A ]| My manly wishes, and more vigorous love; 142:01,015[A ]| In$4$ whom a cold respect were treason to$4$ 142:01,016[A ]| A father's ashes, greater than to$4$ you; 142:01,017[A ]| Whose one ambition it is for$4$ to$9$ be known, 142:01,018[A ]| By$4$ daring loyalty, your Wilmot's son. 142:02,000@@@@@| 142:02,000[' ]| 142:02,001[A ]| 142:02,002[A ]| Respite, great Queen, your just and hasty fears: 142:02,003[A ]| There is no$2$ infection lodges in$4$ our tears. 142:02,004[A ]| Though our unhappy air be armed with death, 142:02,005[A ]| Yet sighs have an untainted, guiltless breath. 142:02,006[A ]| O stay awhile, and teach your equal skill 142:02,007[A ]| To$9$ understand and to$9$ support our ill. 142:02,008[A ]| You that$6#1$ in$4$ mighty wrongs an age have spent, 142:02,009[A ]| And seem to$9$ have outlived even banishment; 142:02,010[A ]| Whom traitorous mischief sought its earliest prey 142:02,011[A ]| When unto sacred blood it made its way, 142:02,012[A ]| And thereby did its black design impart 142:02,013[A ]| To$9$ take his head, that$6#1$ wounded first his heart; 142:02,014[A ]| You that$6#1$ unmoved great Charles his ruin stood, 142:02,015[A ]| When that$3$ three nations sunk beneath the load; 142:02,016[A ]| Then a young daughter lost, yet balsam found 142:02,017[A ]| To$9$ stanch that$6#2$ new and freshly bleeding wound, 142:02,018[A ]| And after this, with fixed and steady eyes, 142:02,019[A ]| Beheld your noble Gloucester's obsequies, 142:02,020[A ]| And then sustained the royal princess' fall: 142:02,021[A ]| You only can lament her funeral. 142:02,022[A ]| But you will$1$ hence remove, and leave behind 142:02,023[A ]| Our sad complaints, lost in$4$ the empty wind ~~ 142:02,024[A ]| Those winds that$6#1$ bid you stay, and loudly roar 142:02,025[A ]| Destruction, and drive back unto the shore. 142:02,026[A ]| Shipwreck to$4$ safety, and the envy fly 142:02,027[A ]| Of sharing in$4$ this scene of tragedy, 142:02,028[A ]| Whilst sickness, from whose rage you post away, 142:02,029[A ]| Relents, and only now contrives your stay. 142:02,030[A ]| The lately fatal and infectious ill 142:02,031[A ]| Courts the fair princess, and forgets to$9$ kill. 142:02,032[A ]| In$4$ vain on$4$ fevers curses we dispense, 142:02,033[A ]| And vent our passions' angry eloquence. 142:02,034[A ]| In$4$ vain we blast the ministers of fate, 142:02,035[A ]| And the forlorn physicians imprecate; 142:02,036[A ]| Say they to$4$ death new poisons add, and fire; 142:02,037[A ]| Murder securely for$4$ reward and hire; 142:02,038[A ]| Art's basilisks, that$6#1$ kill whomever they see, 142:02,039[A ]| And truly write bills of mortality; 142:02,040[A ]| Who$6#1$, lest the bleeding corpse should them betray, 142:02,041[A ]| First drain those vital speaking streams away. 142:02,042[A ]| And will$1$ you by$4$ your flight take part with these? 142:02,043[A ]| Become yourself a third and new disease? 142:02,044[A ]| If they have caused our loss, then so$5#2$ have you, 142:02,045[A ]| Who$6#1$ take yourself and the fair princess too. 142:02,046[A ]| For$3$ we, deprived, an equal damage have 142:02,047[A ]| When France doth ravish hence, as when the grave, 142:02,048[A ]| But that$3$ your choice the unkindness doth improve 142:02,049[A ]| And dereliction adds unto remove. 142:03,000@@@@@| 142:03,000[' ]| 142:03,001[A ]| Trust not that$6#2$ thing called woman: she is worse 142:03,002[A ]| Than all ingredients crammed into a curse. 142:03,003[A ]| Were she but ugly, peevish, proud, a whore, 142:03,004[A ]| Poxed, painted, perjured, so$3$ she were no$2$ more, 142:03,005[A ]| I could forgive her, and connive at this, 142:03,006[A ]| Alleging still she but a woman is. 142:03,007[A ]| But she is worse: in$4$ time she will$1$ forestall 142:03,008[A ]| The Devil, and be the damning of us all. 142:04,000@@@@@| 142:04,000[' ]| 142:04,001[A ]| Out of mere love and arrant devotion, 142:04,002[A ]| Of marriage I will$1$ give you this galloping notion. 142:04,003[A ]| It is the bane of all business, the end of all pleasure, 142:04,004[A ]| The consumption of wit, youth, virtue, and treasure. 142:04,005[A ]| It is the rack of our thoughts, the nightmare of sleep, 142:04,006[A ]| That$6#1$ sets us to$9$ work before the day peep. 142:04,007[A ]| It makes us make brick without stubble or straw, 142:04,008[A ]| And a cunt has no$2$ sense of conscience or law. 142:04,009[A ]| If you needs must have flesh, take the way that$6#1$ is noble: 142:04,010[A ]| In$4$ a generous wench there is nothing of trouble. 142:04,011[A ]| You come on$5$, you come off ~~ say, do what you please ~~ 142:04,012[A ]| And the worst you can fear is but a disease, 142:04,013[A ]| And diseases, you know, will$1$ admit of a cure, 142:04,014[A ]| But the hell-fire of marriage none can endure. 142:05,000@@@@@| 142:05,000[' ]| 142:05,000[' ]| 142:05,001[B ]| Injurious charmer of my vanquished heart, 142:05,002[B ]| Canst thou feel love, and yet no$2$ pity know? 142:05,003[B ]| Since of myself from thee I can not part, 142:05,004[B ]| Invent some gentle way to$9$ let me go. 142:05,005[B ]| For$3$ what with joy thou didst obtain, 142:05,006[B ]| And I with more did give, 142:05,007[B ]| In$4$ time will$1$ make thee false and vain, 142:05,008[B ]| And me unfit to$9$ live. 142:05,000[' ]| 142:05,009[C ]| Frail angel, that$6#1$ wouldst leave a heart forlorn 142:05,010[C ]| With vain pretence falsehood therein might lie, 142:05,011[C ]| Seek not to$9$ cast wild shadows over your scorn: 142:05,012[C ]| You can not sooner change than I can die. 142:05,013[C ]| To$4$ tedious life I will$1$ never fall, 142:05,014[C ]| Thrown from thy dear, loved breast; 142:05,015[C ]| He merits not to$9$ live at all 142:05,016[C ]| Who$6#1$ cares to$9$ live unblest. 142:05,000[' ]| 142:05,017[D ]| Then let our flaming hearts be joined 142:05,018[D ]| While in$4$ that$6#2$ sacred fire; 142:05,019[D ]| Before thou prove false, or I unkind, 142:05,020[D ]| Together both expire. 142:06,000@@@@@| 142:06,000[' ]| 142:06,001[A ]| Poet, whoever thou art, God damn thee; 142:06,002[A ]| Go hang thyself, and burn thy Mariamne. 142:07,000@@@@@| 142:07,000[' ]| 142:07,001[A ]| If Rome can pardon sins, as Romans hold, 142:07,002[A ]| And if those pardons can be bought and sold, 142:07,003[A ]| It were no$2$ sin to$9$ adore and worship gold. 142:07,004[A ]| If they can purchase pardons with a sum 142:07,005[A ]| For$4$ sins they may commit in$4$ time to$9$ come, 142:07,006[A ]| And for$4$ sins past, it is very well for$4$ Rome. 142:07,007[A ]| At this rate they are happiest that$6#1$ have most: 142:07,008[A ]| They will$1$ purchase heaven at their own proper cost. 142:07,009[A ]| Alas, the poor! All that$6#1$ are so$5#2$ are lost. 142:07,010[A ]| Whence came this knack, or when did it begin? 142:07,011[A ]| What author have they, or who$6#1$ brought it in$5$? 142:07,012[A ]| Did Christ ever keep a customhouse for$4$ sin? 142:07,013[A ]| Some subtle devil, without more ado, 142:07,014[A ]| Did certainly this sly invention brew 142:07,015[A ]| To$9$ gull them of their souls and money too.