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188:01,000['  ]| <A Satire against Reason and Mankind.>
188:01,001[A  ]| Were I (who$6#1$ to$4$ my cost already am
188:01,002[A  ]| One of those strange prodigious Creatures Man)
188:01,003[A  ]| A spirit free to$9$ choose for$4$ my own share,
188:01,004[A  ]| What case of flesh and blood I pleased to$9$ wear;    
188:01,005[A  ]| I would be a Dog, a Monkey, or a Bear.
188:01,006[A  ]| Or anything but that$6#2$ vain Animal
188:01,007[A  ]| Who$6#1$ is so$5#1$ proud of being Rational.
188:01,008[A  ]| The Senses are too gross, and he will$1$ contrive
188:01,009[A  ]| A sixth to$9$ contradict the other five:
188:01,010[A  ]| And before certain instinct will$1$ prefer
188:01,011[A  ]| Reason, which$6#1$ fifty times for$4$ one does err.
188:01,012[A  ]| Reason, an 7Ignis*fatuus of the Mind,
188:01,013[A  ]| Which$6#1$ leaving Light of Nature, sense, behind;
188:01,014[A  ]| Pathless and dangerous wandering ways it takes,
188:01,015[A  ]| Through Error's fenny bogs and thorny brakes:
188:01,016[A  ]| Whilst the misguided follower climbs with pain
188:01,017[A  ]| Mountains of whimsies heaped in$4$ his own brain;
188:01,018[A  ]| Stumbling from thought to$4$ thought, falls headlong down
188:01,019[A  ]| Into doubt's boundless Sea, where like$5$ to$9$ drown,
188:01,020[A  ]| Books bear him up$5$ a while, and make him try
188:01,021[A  ]| To$9$ swim with bladders of Philosophy:
188:01,022[A  ]| In$4$ hopes still to$9$ overtake the escaping Light,
188:01,023[A  ]| The Vapour dances in$4$ his dazzled sight, 
188:01,024[A  ]| Till spent, it leaves him to$4$ Eternal night.
188:01,025[A  ]| Then old Age and Experience hand in$4$ hand,
188:01,026[A  ]| Lead him to$4$ Death, and make him understand,
188:01,027[A  ]| After a search so$5#1$ painful and so$5#1$ long
188:01,028[A  ]| That$3$ all his life he has been in$4$ the wrong.
188:01,029[A  ]| Huddled in$4$ dirt the reasoning Engine lies,
188:01,030[A  ]| Who$6#1$ was so$5#1$ proud, so$5#1$ witty and so$5#1$ wise,
188:01,031[A  ]| Pride drew him in$5$ (as Cheats their Bubbles catch)
188:01,032[A  ]| And made him venture to$9$ be made a Wretch.
188:01,033[A  ]| His Wisdom did his Happiness destroy,
188:01,034[A  ]| Aiming to$9$ know that$6#2$ World he should enjoy;
188:01,035[A  ]| And Wit was his vain frivolous pretence,
188:01,036[A  ]| Of pleasing others at his own expense:
188:01,037[A  ]| For$3$ Wits are treated just like$4$ common Whores,
188:01,038[A  ]| First they are enjoyed and then kicked out of doors.
188:01,039[A  ]| The Pleasure past, a threatening doubt remains,
188:01,040[A  ]| That$6#1$ frights the enjoyer with succeeding pains:
188:01,041[A  ]| Women and men of Wit are dangerous tools,
188:01,042[A  ]| And ever fatal to$4$ admiring Fools.
188:01,043[A  ]| Pleasure allures, and when the fops escape,
188:01,044[A  ]| It is not that$3$ they are beloved, but fortunate; 
188:01,045[A  ]| And therefore what they fear, at heart they hate.
188:01,046[A  ]| But now methinks some formal band and beard
188:01,047[A  ]| Takes me to$4$ task.  Come on$5$, Sir, I am prepared:
188:01,048[A  ]| Then by$4$ your favour anything that$6#1$ is writ
188:01,049[A  ]| Against this gibing, gingling knack called Wit,
188:01,050[A  ]| Likes me abundantly, but you take care
188:01,051[A  ]| Upon$4$ this point not to$9$ be too severe.
188:01,052[A  ]| Perhaps my Muse were fitter for$4$ this part,
188:01,053[A  ]| For$3$, I profess, I can be very smart
188:01,054[A  ]| On$4$ wit, which$6#1$ I abhor with all my heart.
188:01,055[A  ]| I long to$9$ lash it in$4$ some sharp essay,
188:01,056[A  ]| But your grand indiscretion bids me stay, 
188:01,057[A  ]| And turns my tide of Ink another way.
188:01,058[A  ]| What rage ferments in$4$ your degenerate mind,
188:01,059[A  ]| To$9$ make you rail at Reason and Mankind?
188:01,060[A  ]| Blessed glorious Man! to$4$ whom alone kind Heaven
188:01,061[A  ]| An Everlasting Soul has freely given:
188:01,062[A  ]| Whom his Creator took such care to$9$ make,
188:01,063[A  ]| That$3$ from himself he did the Image take:
188:01,064[A  ]| And this fair frame in$4$ shining reason dressed,
188:01,065[A  ]| To$9$ dignify his Nature above Beast.
188:01,066[A  ]| Reason, by$4$ whose aspiring Influence
188:01,067[A  ]| We take a flight beyond Material sense;
188:01,068[A  ]| Dive into Mysteries, then soaring pierce
188:01,069[A  ]| The flaming limits of the Universe:
188:01,070[A  ]| Search Heaven and Hell, find out what is acted there,
188:01,071[A  ]| And give the World true grounds of hope and fear.
188:01,072[A  ]| Hold mighty Man I cry; all this we know,
188:01,073[A  ]| From the pathetic pen of Ingelo,
188:01,074[A  ]| From Patrick's Pilgrim, Sibb's Soliloquies;
188:01,075[A  ]| And it is this very Reason I despise.
188:01,076[A  ]| This supernatural Gift, that$6#1$ makes a mite
188:01,077[A  ]| Think he is the Image of the Infinite;
188:01,078[A  ]| Comparing his short life, void of all rest,
188:01,079[A  ]| To$4$ the Eternal, and the ever blest.
188:01,080[A  ]| This busy puzzling stirrer up$5$ of doubt,
188:01,081[A  ]| That$6#1$ frames deep Mysteries, then finds them out;
188:01,082[A  ]| Filling with frantic crowds of thinking Fools
188:01,083[A  ]| Those Reverend Bedlams, Colleges and Schools;
188:01,084[A  ]| Born on$4$ whose wings each heavy Sot can pierce
188:01,085[A  ]| The limits of the boundless Universe.
188:01,086[A  ]| So$3$ charming Ointments make an old Witch fly,
188:01,087[A  ]| And bear a crippled carcass through the sky.
188:01,088[A  ]| It is this exalted power whose business lies
188:01,089[A  ]| In$4$ nonsense and Impossibilities.
188:01,090[A  ]| This made a whimsical Philosopher
188:01,091[A  ]| Before the spacious World his Tub prefer.
188:01,092[A  ]| And we have modern Cloistered Coxcombs, who$6#1$
188:01,093[A  ]| Retire to$9$ think, because they have nought to$9$ do:
188:01,094[A  ]| But Thoughts are given for$4$ Action's government,
188:01,095[A  ]| Where Action ceases, Thought is impertinent.
188:01,096[A  ]| Our sphere of Action is Life's happiness,
188:01,097[A  ]| And he who$6#1$ thinks beyond, thinks like$4$ an Ass.
188:01,098[A  ]| Thus whilst against false Reasoning I inveigh,
188:01,099[A  ]| I own right reason, which$6#1$ I would obey;
188:01,100[A  ]| That$6#2$ Reason which$6#1$ distinguishes by$4$ Sense,
188:01,101[A  ]| And gives us Rules of Good and Ill from thence:
188:01,102[A  ]| That$6#1$ bounds Desires with a reforming Will$0$,
188:01,103[A  ]| To$9$ keep them more in$4$ vigour, not to$9$ kill.
188:01,104[A  ]| Your Reason hinders, mine helps to$9$ enjoy,
188:01,105[A  ]| Renewing appetites yours would destroy.
188:01,106[A  ]| My Reason is my friend, Yours is a cheat,
188:01,107[A  ]| Hunger calls out, my Reason bids me eat;
188:01,108[A  ]| Perversely yours your appetites does mock,
188:01,109[A  ]| They ask for$4$ food, that$6#2$ answers what is o'clock.
188:01,110[A  ]| This plain distinction, Sir, your doubt secures,
188:01,111[A  ]| It is not true Reason I despise, but yours.
188:01,112[A  ]| Thus I think Reason righted, but for$4$ Man,
188:01,113[A  ]| I will$1$ never recant, defend him if you can.
188:01,114[A  ]| For$4$ all his Pride and his Philosophy,
188:01,115[A  ]| It is evident Beasts are in$4$ their degree,
188:01,116[A  ]| As wise at least, and better far than he.
188:01,117[A  ]| Those Creatures are the wisest who$6#1$ attain
188:01,118[A  ]| By$4$ surest means, the ends at which$6#1$ they aim:
188:01,119[A  ]| If therefore Jowler finds and kills his Hares,
188:01,120[A  ]| Better than Meeres supplies Committee chairs;
188:01,121[A  ]| Though one is a Statesman, the other but a Hound,
188:01,122[A  ]| Jowler in$4$ Justice would be wiser found.
188:01,123[A  ]| You see how far Man's wisdom here extends;
188:01,124[A  ]| Look next if human nature makes amends:
188:01,125[A  ]| Whose Principles most generous are and just,
188:01,126[A  ]| And to$4$ whose Morals you would sooner trust.
188:01,127[A  ]| Be Judge yourself, I will$1$ bring it to$4$ the test,
188:01,128[A  ]| Which$6#1$ is the Basest Creature, Man or Beast.
188:01,129[A  ]| Birds feed on$4$ birds, Beasts on$4$ each other prey,
188:01,130[A  ]| But savage Man alone does man betray:
188:01,131[A  ]| Pressed by$4$ necessity they kill for$4$ food,
188:01,132[A  ]| Man undoes Man to$9$ do himself no$2$ good.
188:01,133[A  ]| With teeth and claws by$4$ nature armed, they hunt
188:01,134[A  ]| Nature's allowance to$9$ supply their want.
188:01,135[A  ]| But Man with smiles, embraces, friendship, praise,
188:01,136[A  ]| Inhumanly his fellows life betrays;
188:01,137[A  ]| With voluntary pains works his distress,
188:01,138[A  ]| Not through Necessity, but Wantonness.
188:01,139[A  ]| For$4$ hunger or for$4$ Love they fight and tear,
188:01,140[A  ]| Whilst wretched man is still in$4$ arms for$4$ Fear:
188:01,141[A  ]| For$4$ fear he Arms, and is of arms afraid,
188:01,142[A  ]| By$4$ fear to$4$ fear successively betrayed.
188:01,143[A  ]| Base Fear! The source whence his best passion came,
188:01,144[A  ]| His boasted Honour, and his dear bought Fame:
188:01,145[A  ]| That$6#2$ lust of Power, to$4$ which$6#1$ he is such a slave,
188:01,146[A  ]| And for$4$ the which$6#1$ alone he dares be brave,
188:01,147[A  ]| To$4$ which$6#1$ his various projects are designed,
188:01,148[A  ]| Which$6#1$ makes him generous, affable and kind;
188:01,149[A  ]| For$4$ which$6#1$ he takes such pains to$9$ be thought wise
188:01,150[A  ]| And screws his Actions in$4$ a forced disguise;
188:01,151[A  ]| Leading a tedious Life in$4$ Misery
188:01,152[A  ]| Under laborious mean Hypocrisy:
188:01,153[A  ]| Look to$4$ the bottom of his vast design,
188:01,154[A  ]| Wherein Man's Wisdom, Power and Glory join;
188:01,155[A  ]| The Good he acts, the Ill he does endure,
188:01,156[A  ]| It is all from Fear to$9$ make himself secure.
188:01,157[A  ]| Merely for$4$ safety after fame we thirst;
188:01,158[A  ]| For$3$ all men would be Cowards if they durst.
188:01,159[A  ]| And Honesty is against all common sense;
188:01,160[A  ]| Men must be Knaves, it is in$4$ their own defence.
188:01,161[A  ]| Mankind is dishonest, If you think it fair
188:01,162[A  ]| Among known Cheats to$9$ play upon$4$ the square,
188:01,163[A  ]| You will$1$ be undone
188:01,164[A  ]| Nor can weak Truth your Reputation save;
188:01,165[A  ]| The Knaves will$1$ all agree to$9$ call you Knave.
188:01,166[A  ]| Wronged shall he live, insulted over, oppressed,
188:01,167[A  ]| Who$6#1$ dares be less a Villain than the rest.
188:01,168[A  ]| Thus Sir, you see what Human Nature craves,
188:01,169[A  ]| Most men are Cowards, all men should be Knaves.
188:01,170[A  ]| The difference lies, as far as I can see,
188:01,171[A  ]| Not in$4$ the thing itself, but the degree:
188:01,172[A  ]| And all the subject matter of debate,
188:01,173[A  ]| Is only who$6#1$ is a Knave of the first rate.
188:01,000['  ]| <Addition>
188:01,174[A  ]| All this with Indignation have I hurled
188:01,175[A  ]| At the pretending part of the proud World,
188:01,176[A  ]| Who$6#1$ swollen with selfish Vanity, devise
188:01,177[A  ]| False Freedoms, Holy Cheats and formal Lies,
188:01,178[A  ]| Over their fellow Slaves to$9$ tyrannize.
188:01,179[A  ]| But if in$4$ Court so$5#1$ just a Man there be,
188:01,180[A  ]| (In$4$ Court a just man yet unknown to$4$ me)
188:01,181[A  ]| Who$6#1$ does his needful Flattery direct,
188:01,182[A  ]| Not to$9$ Oppress and Ruin, but protect.
188:01,183[A  ]| (Since Flattery, which$6#1$ way soever laid,
188:01,184[A  ]| Is still a Tax on$4$ that$6#2$ unhappy trade)
188:01,185[A  ]| If so$5#1$ upright a Statesman you can find,
188:01,186[A  ]| Whose Passions bend to$4$ his unbiased mind;
188:01,187[A  ]| Who$6#1$ does his Arts and Policies apply,
188:01,188[A  ]| To$9$ raise his Country, not his Family.
188:01,189[A  ]| Nor while his Pride owned Avarice withstands,
188:01,190[A  ]| Receives close Bribes through Friends' corrupted hands.
188:01,191[A  ]| Is there a Churchman, who$6#1$ on$4$ God relies,
188:01,192[A  ]| Whose life his Faith and Doctrine justifies;
188:01,193[A  ]| Not one blown up$5$ with vain Prelatic pride,
188:01,194[A  ]| Who$6#1$ for$4$ Reproof of sins does Man deride;
188:01,195[A  ]| Whose Envious heart makes preaching a pretence,
188:01,196[A  ]| With his obstreperous saucy Eloquence,
188:01,197[A  ]| To$9$ chide at Kings, and rail at men of sense.
188:01,198[A  ]| Who$6#1$ from his pulpit vents more peevish lies,
188:01,199[A  ]| More bitter railings, scandals, Calumnies,
188:01,200[A  ]| Than at a Gossiping are thrown about
188:01,201[A  ]| When the good Wives get drunk and then fall out.
188:01,202[A  ]| None of that$6#2$ Sensual Tribe, whose Talents lie
188:01,203[A  ]| In$4$ Avarice, Pride, Sloth and Gluttony,
188:01,204[A  ]| Who$6#1$ hunt good Likings, but abhor good Lives,
188:01,205[A  ]| Whose Lust exalted to$4$ that$6#2$ height arrives,
188:01,206[A  ]| They act Adultery with their own Wives;
188:01,207[A  ]| And before a score of Years completed be,
188:01,208[A  ]| Can from the lofty Pulpit proudly see
188:01,209[A  ]| Half a large Parish their own Progeny.
188:01,210[A  ]| Nor doting Bishop, who$6#1$ would be adored
188:01,211[A  ]| For$4$ domineering at the Council Board,
188:01,212[A  ]| A greater Fop in$4$ business at Fourscore,
188:01,213[A  ]| Fonder of serious Toys, affected more
188:01,214[A  ]| Than the gay glittering Fool at twenty proves,
188:01,215[A  ]| With all his Noise, his tawdry Clothes and Loves.
188:01,216[A  ]| But a meek humble Man of honest sense,
188:01,217[A  ]| Who$6#1$ Preaching peace does practise Continence;
188:01,218[A  ]| Whose pious life is a proof he does believe
188:01,219[A  ]| Mysterious Truths, which$6#1$ no$2$ man can conceive.
188:01,220[A  ]| If upon$4$ Earth there dwell such God-like men,
188:01,221[A  ]| I will$1$ here Recant my Paradox to$4$ them;
188:01,222[A  ]| Adore those Shrines of Virtue, homage pay,
188:01,223[A  ]| And with the rabble World, their Laws obey.
188:01,224[A  ]| If such there be, yet grant me this at least,
188:01,225[A  ]| Man differs more from Man, than Man from Beast.
188:02,000@@@@@| 
188:02,000['  ]| <A Letter from Artemiza in the Town to Chloe in the Country.>
188:02,001[A  ]| Chloe, in$4$ Verse by$4$ your command I write;
188:02,002[A  ]| Shortly you will$1$ bid me ride astride, and fight.
188:02,003[A  ]| These Talents better with Our Sex agree,
188:02,004[A  ]| Than lofty flights of dangerous Poetry.
188:02,005[A  ]| Amongst the Men (I mean) the Men of Wit
188:02,006[A  ]| (At least they passed for$4$ such, before they writ)
188:02,007[A  ]| How many bold adventurers for$4$ the Bays,
188:02,008[A  ]| (Proudly designing large returns of Praise)
188:02,009[A  ]| Who$6#1$ durst that$6#2$ stormy pathless World explore,
188:02,010[A  ]| Were soon dashed back, and wrecked on$4$ the dull shore,  
188:02,011[A  ]| Broke of that$6#2$ Little Stock, they had before?
188:02,012[A  ]| How would a Woman's tottering Bark be tossed,
188:02,013[A  ]| Where stoutest Ships (the Men of Wit) are lost?
188:02,014[A  ]| When I reflect on$4$ this, I straight grow wise,
188:02,015[A  ]| And my own self thus gravely I advise.
188:02,016[A  ]| Dear Artemiza, poetry is a snare:
188:02,017[A  ]| Bedlam has many Mansions: have a Care.
188:02,018[A  ]| Your Muse diverts you, makes the Reader sad;
188:02,019[A  ]| You fancy, you are inspired, he thinks you mad.
188:02,020[A  ]| Consider too, it will$1$ be discreetly done,
188:02,021[A  ]| To$9$ make yourself the Fiddle of the Town,
188:02,022[A  ]| To$9$ find the ill-humoured pleasure at their need,
188:02,023[A  ]| Cursed, if you fail, and scorned, though you succeed.
188:02,024[A  ]| Thus, like$4$ an Arrant Woman, as I am,
188:02,025[A  ]| No$2$ sooner well convinced, writing is a shame, 
188:02,026[A  ]| That$3$ Whore is scarce a more reproachful name,
188:02,027[A  ]| Than Poetess:
188:02,028[A  ]| As Men, that$6#1$ marry, or as Maids, that$6#1$ woe,
188:02,029[A  ]| Because it is the worst thing, that$6#1$ they can do,
188:02,030[A  ]| Pleased with the Contradiction, and the Sin,
188:02,031[A  ]| Me-thinks, I stand on$4$ Thorns, till I begin.
188:02,032[A  ]| You expect at least, to$9$ hear, what Loves have past
188:02,033[A  ]| In$4$ this Lewd Town, since you, and I met last.
188:02,034[A  ]| What change has happened of Intrigues, and whether
188:02,035[A  ]| The Old ones last, and who$6#1$, and who$6#1$ is together.
188:02,036[A  ]| But how, my dearest Chloe, shall I set
188:02,037[A  ]| My pen to$9$ write, what I would fain forget,
188:02,038[A  ]| Or name that$6#2$ lost thing (Love) without a tear,
188:02,039[A  ]| Since so$5#1$ debauched by$4$ ill-bred Customs here?
188:02,040[A  ]| Love, the most generous Passion of the mind,
188:02,041[A  ]| The softest refuge Innocence can find,
188:02,042[A  ]| The safe director of unguided youth,
188:02,043[A  ]| Fraught with kind wishes, and secured by$4$ Truth,
188:02,044[A  ]| That$6#2$ Cordial drop Heaven in$4$ our Cup has thrown,
188:02,045[A  ]| To$9$ make the nauseous draught of Life go down,
188:02,046[A  ]| On$4$ which$6#1$ one only blessing God might raise
188:02,047[A  ]| In$4$ lands of Atheists Subsidies of Praise
188:02,048[A  ]| (For$3$ none did ever so$5#1$ dull, and stupid prove,
188:02,049[A  ]| But felt a God, and blest his power in$4$ Love)
188:02,050[A  ]| This only Joy, for$4$ which$6#1$ poor We were made,
188:02,051[A  ]| Is grown like$4$ Play, to$9$ be an Arrant Trade;
188:02,052[A  ]| The Rooks creep in$5$, and it has got of late
188:02,053[A  ]| As many little Cheats, and Tricks, as that$6#2$.
188:02,054[A  ]| But what yet more a Woman's heart would vex,
188:02,055[A  ]| It is chiefly carried on$5$ by$4$ our own Sex,
188:02,056[A  ]| Our silly Sex, who$6#1$ born, like$4$ Monarchs, free,
188:02,057[A  ]| Turn Gipsies for$4$ a meaner liberty,
188:02,058[A  ]| And hate restraint, though but from Infamy.
188:02,059[A  ]| They call whatever is not Common, nice,
188:02,060[A  ]| And deaf to$4$ Nature's rule, or Love's advice,   
188:02,061[A  ]| Forsake the Pleasure, to$9$ pursue the Vice.
188:02,062[A  ]| To$4$ an exact perfection they have wrought
188:02,063[A  ]| The Action Love, the Passion is forgot.
188:02,064[A  ]| It is below Wit, they tell you, to$9$ admire,
188:02,065[A  ]| And even without approving they desire.
188:02,066[A  ]| Their private wish obeys the public Voice,
188:02,067[A  ]| Between good, and bad Whimsy decides, not Choice.
188:02,068[A  ]| Fashions grow up$5$ for$4$ taste, at Forms they strike;
188:02,069[A  ]| They know, what they would have, not what they like$1$.
188:02,070[A  ]| Bovey is a beauty, if some few agree,
188:02,071[A  ]| To$9$ call him so$5#2$, the rest to$4$ that$6#2$ degree
188:02,072[A  ]| Affected are, that$3$ with their Ears they see.
188:02,073[A  ]| Where I was visiting the other night,
188:02,074[A  ]| Comes a fine Lady with her humble Knight,
188:02,075[A  ]| Who$6#1$ had prevailed on$4$ her, through her own skill,
188:02,076[A  ]| At his request, though much against his will$0$,
188:02,077[A  ]| To$9$ come to$4$ London.
188:02,078[A  ]| As the Coach stopped, we heard her Voice more loud,
188:02,079[A  ]| Than a great bellied Woman's in$4$ a Crowd,
188:02,080[A  ]| Telling the Knight, that$3$ her affairs require,
188:02,081[A  ]| He for$4$ some hours obsequiously retire.
188:02,082[A  ]| I think, she was ashamed, to$9$ have him seen
188:02,083[A  ]| (Hard fate of Husbands) the Gallant had been,
188:02,084[A  ]| Though a diseased ill-favoured Fool, brought in$5$.
188:02,085@v   | Despatch, 
188:02,085[A  ]| says she, 
188:02,085@v   | that$6#2$ business you pretend,
188:02,086@v   | Your beastly Visit to$4$ your drunken friend;
188:02,087@v   | A Bottle ever makes you look so$5#1$ fine!
188:02,088@v   | Me-thinks I long, to$9$ smell you stink of Wine.
188:02,089@v   | Your Country-drinking-breath is enough, to$9$ kill
188:02,090@v   | Sour Ale corrected with a Lemon Pill.
188:02,091@v   | Prithee farewell   We will$1$ meet again anon;
188:02,092[A  ]| The necessary thing bows, and is gone.
188:02,093[A  ]| She flies upstairs, and all the haste does show,
188:02,094[A  ]| That$6#1$ fifty Antic postures will$1$ allow,
188:02,095[A  ]| And then bursts out 
188:02,095@v   | Dear Madam, am not I
188:02,096@v   | The alteredst Creature breathing? Let me die,
188:02,097@v   | I find myself ridiculously grown
188:02,098@v   | Embarasse with being out of Town,
188:02,099@v   | Rude, and untaught, like$4$ any Indian Queen;
188:02,100@v   | My Country nakedness is strangely seen.
188:02,101@v   | How is Love governed? Love, that$6#1$ rules the State,
188:02,102@v   | And, pray, who$6#2$ are the Men most worn of late?
188:02,103@v   | When I was married, Fools were a la mode,
188:02,104@v   | The Men of Wit were then held incommode,
188:02,105@v   | Slow of belief, and fickle in$4$ desire,
188:02,106@v   | Whoever they will$1$ be persuaded, must inquire,
188:02,107@v   | As if they came to$9$ spy, not to$9$ admire.
188:02,108@v   | With searching Wisdom fatal to$4$ their ease
188:02,109@v   | They still find out, why, what may, should not please;
188:02,110@v   | Nay take themselves for$4$ injured, when We dare,
188:02,111@v   | Make them think better of us, than We are:
188:02,112@v   | And if We hide Our frailties from their sights,
188:02,113@v   | Call us deceitful Gilts, and Hypocrites.
188:02,114@v   | They little guess, who$6#1$ at Our Arts are grieved,
188:02,115@v   | The perfect Joy of being well deceived.
188:02,116@v   | Inquisitive, as jealous Cuckolds, grow,
188:02,117@v   | Rather, than not be knowing, they will$1$ know, 
188:02,118@v   | What being known creates their certain woe.
188:02,119@v   | Women should these of all Mankind avoid;
188:02,120@v   | For$4$ Wonder by$4$ clear knowledge is destroyed.
188:02,121@v   | Woman, who$6#1$ is an Arrant Bird of night,
188:02,122@v   | Bold in$4$ the Dusk, before a Fool's dull sight,
188:02,123@v   | Should fly, when Reason brings the glaring light.
188:02,124@v   | But the kind easy Fool apt, to$9$ admire
188:02,125@v   | Himself, trusts us, his Follies all conspire,
188:02,126@v   | To$9$ flatter his, and favour Our desire.
188:02,127@v   | Vain of his proper Merit he with ease
188:02,128@v   | Believes, We love him best, who$6#1$ best can please.
188:02,129@v   | On$4$ him Our gross dull common Flatteries pass,
188:02,130@v   | Ever most joyful, when most made an Ass.
188:02,131@v   | Heavy, to$9$ apprehend, though all Mankind
188:02,132@v   | Perceive us false, the Fop concerned is blind,
188:02,133@v   | Who$6#1$ doting on$4$ himself,
188:02,134@v   | Thinks everyone, that$6#1$ sees him, of his mind.
188:02,135@v   | These are true Women's Men.   
188:02,135[A  ]| Here forced, to$9$ cease
188:02,136[A  ]| Through Want of Breath, not Will$0$, to$9$ hold her peace,
188:02,137[A  ]| She to$4$ the Window runs, where she had spied
188:02,138[A  ]| Her much esteemed dear Friend the Monkey tied.
188:02,139[A  ]| With forty smiles, as many Antic bows,
188:02,140[A  ]| As if it had been the Lady of the House,
188:02,141[A  ]| The dirty chattering Monster she embraced,
188:02,142[A  ]| And made it this fine tender speech at last.
188:02,143@v   | Kiss me, thou curious Miniature of Man;
188:02,144@v   | How odd thou art? How pretty? How Japan?
188:02,145@v   | Oh I could live, and die with thee then on$5$
188:02,146[A  ]| For$4$ half an hour in$4$ Compliment she run.
188:02,147[A  ]| I took this time, to$9$ think, what Nature meant,
188:02,148[A  ]| When this mixed thing into the World she sent,    
188:02,149[A  ]| So$5#1$ very wise, yet so$5#1$ impertinent.
188:02,150[A  ]| One, who$6#1$ knew everything, whom God thought fit,
188:02,151[A  ]| Should be an Ass through choice, not want of Wit:
188:02,152[A  ]| Whose Foppery, without the help of Sense,
188:02,153[A  ]| Could never have rose to$4$ such an Excellence.
188:02,154[A  ]| Nature is as lame, in$4$ making a true Fop,
188:02,155[A  ]| As a Philosopher, the very top,
188:02,156[A  ]| And Dignity of Folly we attain
188:02,157[A  ]| By$4$ studious Search, and labour of the Brain,
188:02,158[A  ]| By$4$ observation, Counsel, and deep thought:
188:02,159[A  ]| God never made a Coxcomb worth a groat.
188:02,160[A  ]| We owe that$6#2$ name to$4$ Industry, and Arts:
188:02,161[A  ]| An Eminent Fool must be a Fool of Parts;
188:02,162[A  ]| And such a One was she, who$6#1$ had turned over
188:02,163[A  ]| As many Books, as Men, loved much, read more,
188:02,164[A  ]| Had a discerning Wit, to$4$ her was known
188:02,165[A  ]| Everyone's fault, and merit, but her own.
188:02,166[A  ]| All the good qualities, that$6#1$ ever blest
188:02,167[A  ]| A Woman, so$5#1$ distinguished from the rest,
188:02,168[A  ]| Except discretion only; she possessed.
188:02,169[A  ]| But now, 
188:02,169@v   | 9mon*cher, dear Pug, 
188:02,169[A  ]| she cries, 
188:02,169@v   | adieu,
188:02,170[A  ]| And the Discourse broke off does thus renew.
188:02,171@v   | You smile, to$9$ see me, whom the World perchance
188:02,172@v   | Mistakes, to$9$ have some Wit, so$5#1$ far advance
188:02,173@v   | The Interest of Fools, that$3$ I approve
188:02,174@v   | Their Merit more, than Mens of Wit, in$4$ Love.
188:02,175@v   | But in$4$ Our Sex too many proofs there are
188:02,176@v   | Of such, whom Wits undo, and Fools repair.
188:02,177@v   | This in$4$ my time was so$5#1$ observed a Rule,
188:02,178@v   | Hardly a Wench in$4$ Town, but had her Fool.
188:02,179@v   | The meanest Common Slut, who$6#1$ long was grown
188:02,180@v   | The Jest, and Scorn of every Pit-Buffoon,
188:02,181@v   | Had yet left Charms enough, to$9$ have subdued
188:02,182@v   | Some Fop, or other fond, to$9$ be thought lewd.
188:02,183@v   | Foster could make an Irish Lord a Nokes,
188:02,184@v   | And Betty Morris had her City-Cokes.
188:02,185@v   | A Woman is never so$5#1$ ruined, but she can
188:02,186@v   | Be still revenged on$4$ her undoer Man.
188:02,187@v   | How lost soever, she will$1$ find some Lover more
188:02,188@v   | A lewd abandoned Fool, than she a whore.
188:02,189@v   | That$6#2$ wretched thing Corinna, who$6#1$ had run
188:02,190@v   | Through all the several Ways of being undone,
188:02,191@v   | Cozened at first by$4$ Love, and living then
188:02,192@v   | By$4$ turning the too-dear-bought trick on$4$ Men:
188:02,193@v   | Gay were the hours, and winged with Joy they flew,
188:02,194@v   | When first the Town her early Beauties knew,
188:02,195@v   | Courted, admired, and loved, with Presents fed,
188:02,196@v   | Youth in$4$ her looks, and pleasure in$4$ her bed,
188:02,197@v   | Till Fate, or her ill Angel thought it fit,
188:02,198@v   | To$9$ make her dote upon$4$ a Man of Wit,
188:02,199@v   | Who$6#1$ found, it was dull, to$9$ love above a day,
188:02,200@v   | Made his ill-natured Jest, and went his way.
188:02,201@v   | Now scorned by$4$ all, forsaken, and oppressed,
188:02,202@v   | She is a 7Memento*Mori to$4$ the rest.
188:02,203@v   | Diseased, decayed, to$9$ take up$5$ half a Crown,
188:02,204@v   | Must mortgage her long Scarf, and Mantua Gown.
188:02,205@v   | Poor Creature! who$6#1$ unheard of, as a Fly,
188:02,206@v   | In$4$ some dark hole must all the Winter lie,
188:02,207@v   | And Want, and dirt endure a whole half year,
188:02,208@v   | That$3$ for$4$ one Month she tawdry may appear.
188:02,209@v   | In$4$ Easter Term she gets her a new Gown,
188:02,210@v   | When my young Master's Worship comes to$4$ Town,
188:02,211@v   | From Pedagogue, and Mother just set free,
188:02,212@v   | The Heir, and Hopes of a great Family,
188:02,213@v   | Which$6#1$ with strong Ale, and Beef the Country Rules,
188:02,214@v   | And ever since the Conquest have been Fools:
188:02,215@v   | And now with careful prospect to$9$ maintain
188:02,216@v   | This Character, lest crossing of the strain
188:02,217@v   | Should mend the Booby-breed, his Friends provide
188:02,218@v   | A Cousin of his own, to$9$ be his Bride;
188:02,219@v   | And thus set out  
188:02,220@v   | With an Estate, no$2$ Wit, and a young Wife
188:02,221@v   | (The solid comforts of a Coxcomb's Life)
188:02,222@v   | Dunghill, and Pease forsook, he comes to$4$ Town,
188:02,223@v   | Turns Spark, learns to$9$ be lewd, and is undone.
188:02,224@v   | Nothing suits worse with Vice, than want of Sense,
188:02,225@v   | Fools are still wicked at their own Expense.
188:02,226@v   | This overgrown Schoolboy lost Corinna wins,
188:02,227@v   | And at first dash, to$9$ make an Ass, begins:
188:02,228@v   | Pretends, to like$1$ a Man, who$6#1$ has not known
188:02,229@v   | The Vanities, nor Vices of the Town,
188:02,230@v   | Fresh in$4$ his youth, and faithful in$4$ his Love,
188:02,231@v   | Eager of Joys, which$6#1$ he does seldom prove,
188:02,232@v   | Healthful, and strong, he does no$2$ pains endure,
188:02,233@v   | But what the Fair One, he adores, can cure.
188:02,234@v   | Grateful for$4$ favours does the Sex esteem,
188:02,235@v   | And Libels none, for$4$ being kind to$4$ him.
188:02,236@v   | Then of the Lewdness of the times complains,
188:02,237@v   | Rails at the Wits, and Atheists, and maintains,
188:02,238@v   | It is better, than good Sense, than power, or Wealth,
188:02,239@v   | To$9$ have alone untainted youth, and health.
188:02,240@v   | The unbred puppy, who$6#1$ had never seen
188:02,241@v   | A Creature look so$5#1$ gay, or talk so$5#1$ fine,
188:02,242@v   | Believes, then falls in$4$ Love, and then in$4$ Debt,
188:02,243@v   | Mortgages all, even to$4$ the Ancient Seat,
188:02,244@v   | To$9$ buy his Mistress a new house for$4$ life;
188:02,245@v   | To$9$ give her Plate, and Jewels, robs his wife;
188:02,246@v   | And when to$4$ the height of fondness he is grown,
188:02,247@v   | It is time, to$9$ poison him, and all is her own.
188:02,248@v   | Thus meeting in$4$ her Common Arms his Fate,
188:02,249@v   | He leaves her Bastard Heir to$4$ his Estate;
188:02,250@v   | And as the Race of such an Owl deserves,
188:02,251@v   | His own dull lawful progeny he starves.
188:02,252@v   | Nature, who$6#1$ never made a thing in$4$ vain,
188:02,253@v   | But does each Insect to$4$ some end ordain,
188:02,254@v   | Wisely provides kind-keeping Fools, no$2$ doubt,
188:02,255@v   | To$9$ patch up$5$ Vices, Men of Wit wear out.
188:02,256[A  ]| Thus she ran on$5$ two hours, some grains of Sense
188:02,257[A  ]| Still mixed with Volleys of Impertinence.
188:02,258[A  ]| But now it is time, I should some pity show
188:02,259[A  ]| To$4$ Chloe, since I can not choose, but know,
188:02,260[A  ]| Readers must reap the dullness, writers sow.
188:02,261[A  ]| By$4$ the next Post such stories I will$1$ tell,
188:02,262[A  ]| As joined with these shall to$4$ a Volume swell,
188:02,263[A  ]| As true, as Heaven, more infamous, than Hell;
188:02,264[A  ]| But you are tired, and so$3$ am I. Farewell.
188:03,000@@@@@| 
188:03,000['  ]| <An Allusion to Horace  Sat: st Book.>
188:03,001[A  ]| <Nempe incomposito dixi etc.>
188:03,002[A  ]| Well Sir it is granted, I said Dryden's Rhymes
188:03,003[A  ]| Were stolen, unequal, nay dull many times.
188:03,004[A  ]| What foolish Patron is there found of his
188:03,005[A  ]| So$5#1$ blindly partial to$9$ deny me this?
188:03,006[A  ]| But that$3$ his Plays embroidered up$5$ and down
188:03,007[A  ]| With wit and learning justly pleased the Town,
188:03,008[A  ]| In$4$ the same Paper I as freely own.
188:03,009[A  ]| Yet having this allowed, the heavy mass
188:03,010[A  ]| That$6#1$ stuffs up$5$ his loose Volumes must not pass;
188:03,011[A  ]| For$3$ by$4$ that$6#2$ Rule I might as well admit
188:03,012[A  ]| Crown's tedious Scenes for$4$ Poetry and Wit.
188:03,013[A  ]| It is therefore not enough when your false sense
188:03,014[A  ]| Hits the false Judgment of an Audience
188:03,015[A  ]| Of clapping fools, assembling a vast Crowd
188:03,016[A  ]| Till the thronged Playhouse crack with the dull load.
188:03,017[A  ]| Though even that$6#2$ Talent merits in$4$ some sort,
188:03,018[A  ]| That$6#1$ can divert the Rabble and the Court.
188:03,019[A  ]| Which$6#1$ Blundering Settle never could attain
188:03,020[A  ]| And puzzling Otway labours at in$4$ vain.
188:03,021[A  ]| But within due proportions circumscribe
188:03,022[A  ]| Whatever you write, that$3$ with a flowing Tide
188:03,023[A  ]| The style may rise, yet in$4$ its rise forbear
188:03,024[A  ]| With useless words to$9$ oppress the wearied Ear;
188:03,025[A  ]| Here be your Language lofty, there more light,
188:03,026[A  ]| Your Rhetoric with your Poetry unite.
188:03,027[A  ]| For$4$ Elegance sake sometimes allay the force
188:03,028[A  ]| Of Epithets, it will$1$ soften the Discourse.
188:03,029[A  ]| A jest in$4$ scorn points out and hits the thing
188:03,030[A  ]| More home than the morosest Satires sting.
188:03,031[A  ]| Shakespeare and Jonson did herein excel,
188:03,032[A  ]| And might in$4$ this be imitated well.
188:03,033[A  ]| Whom refined Etherege copies not at all,
188:03,034[A  ]| But is himself a sheer Original.
188:03,035[A  ]| Nor that$6#2$ slow Drudge in$4$ swift Pindaric strains
188:03,036[A  ]| Flatman, who$6#1$ Cowley imitates with pains,
188:03,037[A  ]| And rides a Jaded Muse whipped with loose Reins.
188:03,038[A  ]| When Lee makes temperate Scipio fret and Rave,
188:03,039[A  ]| And Hannibal a whining amorous slave
188:03,040[A  ]| I laugh, and wish the hot-brained fustian fool
188:03,041[A  ]| In$4$ Busby's hands to$9$ be well lashed at school.
188:03,042[A  ]| Of all our modern Wits none seems to$4$ me
188:03,043[A  ]| Once to$9$ have touched upon$4$ true Comedy, 
188:03,044[A  ]| But hasty Shadwell and slow Wycherly.
188:03,045[A  ]| Shadwell's unfinished works do yet impart
188:03,046[A  ]| Great proofs of force of Nature, none of Art.
188:03,047[A  ]| With just bold strokes he dashes here and there,
188:03,048[A  ]| Showing great Mastery with little Care,
188:03,049[A  ]| And scorns to$9$ varnish his good touches over
188:03,050[A  ]| To$9$ make the fools and Women praise them more.
188:03,051[A  ]| But Wycherly earns hard whatever he gains,
188:03,052[A  ]| He wants no$2$ Judgment, nor he spares no$2$ pains.
188:03,053[A  ]| He frequently excels, and at the least
188:03,054[A  ]| Makes fewer faults than any of the best.
188:03,055[A  ]| Waller by$4$ nature for$4$ the Bays designed
188:03,056[A  ]| With force, and fire, and fancy unconfined, 
188:03,057[A  ]| In$4$ Panegyrics does excel Mankind.
188:03,058[A  ]| He best can turn, enforce, and soften things
188:03,059[A  ]| To$9$ praise great Conquerors or to$9$ flatter Kings;
188:03,060[A  ]| For$4$ pointed Satires, I would Buckhurst choose,
188:03,061[A  ]| The best good Man, with the worst-natured Muse.
188:03,062[A  ]| For$4$ songs and verses mannerly Obscene
188:03,063[A  ]| That$6#1$ can stir Nature up$5$ by$4$ springs unseen,
188:03,064[A  ]| And without forcing blushes warm the Queen
188:03,065[A  ]| Sidley has that$6#2$ prevailing gentle Art
188:03,066[A  ]| That$6#1$ can with a resistless charm impart
188:03,067[A  ]| The loosest wishes to$4$ the chastest heart:
188:03,068[A  ]| Raise such a conflict, kindle such a fire
188:03,069[A  ]| Between declining Virtue and Desire,
188:03,070[A  ]| Till the poor vanquished Maid dissolves away
188:03,071[A  ]| In$4$ Dreams all Night, in$4$ sighs and Tears all Day.
188:03,072[A  ]| Dryden in$4$ vain tried this nice way of Wit,
188:03,073[A  ]| For$3$ he to$9$ be a tearing Blade thought fit.
188:03,074[A  ]| But when he would be sharp, he still was blunt:
188:03,075[A  ]| To$9$ frisk his frolic fancy, he would cry Cunt;
188:03,076[A  ]| Would give the Ladies a dry bawdy bob,
188:03,077[A  ]| And thus he got the name of Poet Squab.
188:03,078[A  ]| But to$9$ be just, it will$1$ to$4$ his praise be found,
188:03,079[A  ]| His Excellences more than faults abound;
188:03,080[A  ]| Nor dare I from his sacred Temples tear
188:03,081[A  ]| That$6#2$ Laurel which$6#1$ he best deserves to$9$ wear.
188:03,082[A  ]| But does not Dryden find even Jonson dull,
188:03,083[A  ]| Fletcher and Beaumont uncorrect, and full
188:03,084[A  ]| Of Lewd lines (as he calls them), Shakespeare's style
188:03,085[A  ]| Stiff and affected; to$4$ his own the while
188:03,086[A  ]| Allowing all the Justness that$6#1$ his pride
188:03,087[A  ]| So$5#1$ arrogantly had to$4$ them denied?
188:03,088[A  ]| And may not I have leave impartially
188:03,089[A  ]| To$9$ search and censure Dryden's works, and try
188:03,090[A  ]| If those gross faults his choice Pen does commit
188:03,091[A  ]| Proceed from want of Judgment or of Wit,
188:03,092[A  ]| Or if his Lumpish fancy does refuse
188:03,093[A  ]| Spirit and grace to$4$ his loose slattern Muse?
188:03,094[A  ]| Five hundred Verses every morning writ
188:03,095[A  ]| Proves you no$2$ more a Poet than a Wit.
188:03,096[A  ]| Such scribbling Authors have been seen before:
188:03,097[A  ]| Mustapha, the English Princess, forty more
188:03,098[A  ]| Were things perhaps composed in$4$ half an hour.
188:03,099[A  ]| To$9$ write what may securely stand the Test
188:03,100[A  ]| Of being well read over thrice at least,
188:03,101[A  ]| Compare each Phrase, Examine every Line,
188:03,102[A  ]| Weigh every word, and every thought refine;
188:03,103[A  ]| Scorn all applause the Vile Rout can bestow
188:03,104[A  ]| And be content to$9$ please those few who$6#1$ know.
188:03,105[A  ]| Canst thou be such a vain mistaken thing
188:03,106[A  ]| To$9$ wish thy Works might make a Play-house ring
188:03,107[A  ]| With the unthinking laughter and poor praise
188:03,108[A  ]| Of Fops and Ladies factious for$4$ thy Plays?
188:03,109[A  ]| Then send a cunning Friend to$9$ learn thy doom
188:03,110[A  ]| From the shrewd Judges in$4$ the Drawing Room.
188:03,111[A  ]| I have no$2$ Ambition on$4$ that$6#2$ idle score
188:03,112[A  ]| But say with Betty Morrice heretofore
188:03,113[A  ]| When a Court Lady called her Buckley's whore
188:03,114[A  ]| I please one man of Wit, am proud of it too
188:03,115[A  ]| Let all the Coxcombs dance to$4$ bed to$4$ you.
188:03,116[A  ]| Should I be troubled when the purblind Knight
188:03,117[A  ]| Who$6#1$ squints more in$4$ his Judgment than his sight
188:03,118[A  ]| Picks silly faults, and Censures what I write?
188:03,119[A  ]| Or when the poor led Poets of the Town
188:03,120[A  ]| For$4$ Scraps and Coach-room cry my Verses down?
188:03,121[A  ]| I loathe the Rabble, it is enough for$4$ me
188:03,122[A  ]| If Sidley, Shadwell, Shepheard, Wicherley,
188:03,123[A  ]| Godolphin, Butler, Buckhurst, Buckinghame
188:03,124[A  ]| And some few more, whom I omit to$9$ name
188:03,125[A  ]| Approve my sense, I count their Censure Fame.
188:04,000@@@@@| 
188:04,000['  ]| <A Ramble in St James's Park>
188:04,001[A  ]| Much Wine had past with grave discourse,
188:04,002[A  ]| Of who$6#1$ Fucks who$6#1$, and who$6#1$ does worse;
188:04,003[A  ]| Such as you usually do hear,
188:04,004[A  ]| From them that$6#1$ diet at the Bear;
188:04,005[A  ]| When I, who$6#1$ still take care to$9$ see,
188:04,006[A  ]| Drunkenness relieved by$4$ Lechery,
188:04,007[A  ]| Went out into St%*James's Park,
188:04,008[A  ]| To$9$ cool my Head, and fire my heart:
188:04,009[A  ]| But though St%*James has the honour of it,
188:04,010[A  ]| It is consecrate to$4$ Prick and Cunt.
188:04,011[A  ]| There by$4$ a most incestuous Birth;
188:04,012[A  ]| Strange Woods, Spring from the teeming Earth
188:04,013[A  ]| For$3$ they relate how heretofore,
188:04,014[A  ]| When Ancient Pict, began to$9$ Whore
188:04,015[A  ]| Deluded of his Assignation,
188:04,016[A  ]| (Jilting it seems was then in$4$ fashion)
188:04,017[A  ]| Poor pensive Lover, in$4$ this place,
188:04,018[A  ]| Would Frig upon$4$ his Mother's Face: 
188:04,019[A  ]| Whence Rows of Mandrakes tall did rise, 
188:04,020[A  ]| Whose lewd Tops Fucked the very Skies.
188:04,021[A  ]| Each imitative Branch does twine,
188:04,022[A  ]| In$4$ some loved fold of Aretine.
188:04,023[A  ]| And Nightly now beneath their shade,
188:04,024[A  ]| Are Buggeries, Rapes, and Incests made.
188:04,025[A  ]| Unto this All-sin-sheltering Grove, 
188:04,026[A  ]| Whores of the Bulk, and the Alcove,
188:04,027[A  ]| Great Ladies, Chamber-Maids, and Drudges, 
188:04,028[A  ]| The Rag-picker, and Heiress trudges:
188:04,029[A  ]| Car-men, Divines, great Lords, and Tailors,
188:04,030[A  ]| Prentices, Poets, Pimps and Gaolers;
188:04,031[A  ]| Foot-Men, fine Fops, do here arrive,
188:04,032[A  ]| And here promiscuously they swive.
188:04,033[A  ]| Along these hallowed Walks it was,
188:04,034[A  ]| That$3$ I beheld Corinna pass;
188:04,035[A  ]| Whoever had been by$5$ to$9$ see,
188:04,036[A  ]| The proud disdain she cast on$4$ me
188:04,037[A  ]| Through charming Eyes, he would have swore,
188:04,038[A  ]| She dropped from Heaven that$6#2$ very hour;
188:04,039[A  ]| Forsaking the Divine abode,
188:04,040[A  ]| In$4$ scorn of some despairing God.
188:04,041[A  ]| But mark what Creatures Women are,
188:04,042[A  ]| How infinitely vile, and fair.
188:04,043[A  ]| Three Knights, of the Elbow, and the slur,
188:04,044[A  ]| With wriggling Tails, made up$5$ to$4$ her.
188:04,045[A  ]| The First was of your Whitehall Blades,
188:04,046[A  ]| Near Kin to$4$ the Mother of the Maids,
188:04,047[A  ]| Graced by$4$ whose favour he was able,
188:04,048[A  ]| To$9$ bring a Friend to$4$ the Waiters' Table;
188:04,049[A  ]| Where he had heard Sir*Edward*Sutton
188:04,050[A  ]| Say how the King loved Bansted Mutton.
188:04,051[A  ]| Since when he would never be brought to$9$ eat,
188:04,052[A  ]| By$4$ his good will$0$ any other Meat.
188:04,053[A  ]| In$4$ this, as well as all the rest,
188:04,054[A  ]| He ventures to$9$ do like$4$ the best.
188:04,055[A  ]| But wanting common Sense, the ingredient,
188:04,056[A  ]| In$4$ choosing well, not least expedient,
188:04,057[A  ]| Converts Abortive imitation,
188:04,058[A  ]| To$4$ Universal affectation;
188:04,059[A  ]| So$3$ he not only eats, and talks,
188:04,060[A  ]| But feels, and smells, sits down and walks;
188:04,061[A  ]| Nay looks, and lives, and loves by$4$ Rote,
188:04,062[A  ]| In$4$ an old tawdry Birth-Day-Coat.
188:04,063[A  ]| The Second was a Gray's*Inn Wit,
188:04,064[A  ]| A great Inhabiter of the Pit;
188:04,065[A  ]| Where Critic-like, he sits and squints,
188:04,066[A  ]| Steals Pocket-Handkerchiefs, and hints,
188:04,067[A  ]| From his Neighbour, and the Comedy,
188:04,068[A  ]| To$4$ Court, and Pay his Landlady.
188:04,069[A  ]| The Third a Lady's Eldest Son,
188:04,070[A  ]| Within few years of Twenty One;
188:04,071[A  ]| Who$6#1$ hopes from his propitious Fate,
188:04,072[A  ]| Against he comes to$4$ his Estate,
188:04,073[A  ]| By$4$ these Two Worthies to$9$ be made
188:04,074[A  ]| A most accomplished tearing Blade.
188:04,075[A  ]| One in$4$ a strain between Tune and Nonsense,
188:04,076[A  ]| Cries, 
188:04,076@w   | Madam, I have loved you long since,
188:04,077@w   | Permit me your fair hand to$9$ kiss.
188:04,078[A  ]| When at her Mouth her Cunt says yes.
188:04,079[A  ]| In$4$ short, without much more ado,
188:04,080[A  ]| Joyful, and pleased, away she flew;
188:04,081[A  ]| And with these Three confounded Asses,
188:04,082[A  ]| From Park, to$4$ Hackney-Coach, she passes.
188:04,083[A  ]| So$3$ a proud Bitch does lead about,
188:04,084[A  ]| Of humble Curs, the Amorous rout;
188:04,085[A  ]| Who$6#1$ most obsequiously do hunt,
188:04,086[A  ]| The savory scent of Salt-swollen Cunt.
188:04,087[A  ]| Some Power more patient now relate
188:04,088[A  ]| The sense of this surprising Fate.
188:04,089[A  ]| Gods! that$3$ a thing admired by$4$ me,
188:04,090[A  ]| Should taste so$5#1$ much of Infamy.
188:04,091[A  ]| Had she picked out to$9$ rub her Arse on$5$,
188:04,092[A  ]| Some stiff-Pricked Clown, or well hung Parson,
188:04,093[A  ]| Each job of whose Spermatic Sluice,
188:04,094[A  ]| Had filled her Cunt with wholesome Juice,
188:04,095[A  ]| I the proceeding should have praised,
188:04,096[A  ]| In$4$ hope she had quenched a Fire I raised:
188:04,097[A  ]| Such natural freedoms are but just,
188:04,098[A  ]| There is something generous in$4$ mere Lust.
188:04,099[A  ]| But to$9$ turn damned abandoned Jade,
188:04,100[A  ]| When neither Head nor Tail persuade;
188:04,101[A  ]| To$9$ be a Whore, in$4$ understanding,
188:04,102[A  ]| A Passive Pot for$4$ Fools to$9$ spend in$5$.
188:04,103[A  ]| The Devil played booty, sure with thee,
188:04,104[A  ]| To$9$ bring a blot on$4$ infamy.
188:04,105[A  ]| But why was I of all Mankind,
188:04,106[A  ]| To$4$ so$5#1$ severe a fate designed?
188:04,107[A  ]| Ungrateful! why this Treachery
188:04,108[A  ]| To$4$ humble fond, believing me?
188:04,109[A  ]| Who$6#2$ gave you privilege above,
188:04,110[A  ]| The nice allowances of Love?
188:04,111[A  ]| Did ever I refuse to$9$ bear,
188:04,112[A  ]| The meanest part your Lust could spare?
188:04,113[A  ]| When your lewd Cunt, came spewing home,
188:04,114[A  ]| Drenched with the Seed of half the Town,
188:04,115[A  ]| My Dram of Sperm, was supped up$5$ after,
188:04,116[A  ]| For$4$ the digestive Surfeit Water.
188:04,117[A  ]| Full gorged at another time,
188:04,118[A  ]| With a vast Meal of Nasty Slime;
188:04,119[A  ]| Which$6#1$ your devouring Cunt had drawn
188:04,120[A  ]| From Porters' Backs, and Foot-men's Brawn;
188:04,121[A  ]| I was content to$9$ serve you up$5$,
188:04,122[A  ]| My Ballock full, for$4$ your Grace Cup;
188:04,123[A  ]| Nor ever thought it an abuse,
188:04,124[A  ]| While you had pleasure for$4$ excuse.
188:04,125[A  ]| You that$6#1$ could make my Heart away,
188:04,126[A  ]| For$4$ Noise and Colours, and betray,
188:04,127[A  ]| The Secrets of my tender hours,
188:04,128[A  ]| To$4$ such Knight Errant Paramours;
188:04,129[A  ]| When leaning on$4$ your Faithless Breast,
188:04,130[A  ]| Wrapped in$4$ security, and rest,
188:04,131[A  ]| Soft kindness all my powers did move,
188:04,132[A  ]| And Reason lay dissolved in$4$ Love.
188:04,133[A  ]| May stinking Vapours choke your Womb,
188:04,134[A  ]| Such as the Men you dote upon$4$;
188:04,135[A  ]| May your depraved Appetite,
188:04,136[A  ]| That$6#1$ could in$4$ whiffling Fools delight,
188:04,137[A  ]| Beget such Frenzies in$4$ your Mind,
188:04,138[A  ]| You may go mad for$4$ the North-Wind.
188:04,139[A  ]| And fixing all your hopes upon$4$ it,
188:04,140[A  ]| To$9$ have him Bluster in$4$ your Cunt,
188:04,141[A  ]| Turn up$5$ your longing Arse to$4$ the Air,
188:04,142[A  ]| And perish in$4$ a wild despair.
188:04,143[A  ]| But Cowards shall forget to$9$ Rant,
188:04,144[A  ]| School-Boys to$9$ Frig, Old Whores to$9$ Paint;
188:04,145[A  ]| The Jesuits' Fraternity,
188:04,146[A  ]| Shall leave the use of Buggery;
188:04,147[A  ]| Crab-Louse, inspired with Grace Divine,
188:04,148[A  ]| From Earthly Cod, to$4$ Heaven shall climb;
188:04,149[A  ]| Physicians, shall believe in$4$ Jesus,
188:04,150[A  ]| And disobedience cease to$9$ please us
188:04,151[A  ]| Before I desist with all my Power,
188:04,152[A  ]| To$9$ plague this Woman and undo her.
188:04,153[A  ]| But my revenge will$1$ best be timed,
188:04,154[A  ]| When she is Married that$6#1$ is limed;
188:04,155[A  ]| In$4$ that$6#2$ most lamentable State,
188:04,156[A  ]| I will$1$ make her feel my scorn, and hate;
188:04,157[A  ]| Pelt her with Scandals, Truth, or Lies,
188:04,158[A  ]| And her poor Cur with jealousies;
188:04,159[A  ]| Till I have torn him from her Breech,
188:04,160[A  ]| While she whines like$4$ a Dog-drawn Bitch,
188:04,161[A  ]| Loathed, and despised, kicked out of Town,
188:04,162[A  ]| Into some dirty hole alone,
188:04,163[A  ]| To$9$ Chew the Cud of Misery,
188:04,164[A  ]| And know she owes it all to$4$ me.
188:04,165[A  ]| And may no$2$ Woman better thrive,
188:04,166[A  ]| That$6#1$ dares profane the Cunt I Swive.
188:05,000@@@@@| 
188:05,000['  ]| <Ovidii Amorum liber secundus Elegia nona: >
188:05,000['  ]| <O nunquam pro me satis>
188:05,000['  ]| <indignate Cupido.>
188:05,000['  ]| <To Love>
188:05,001[A  ]| Oh! Love how cold and slow to$9$ take my part,
188:05,002[A  ]| Thou Idle wanderer about my heart!
188:05,003[A  ]| Why thy old faithful soldier wilt thou see
188:05,004[A  ]| Oppressed? In$4$ my own Tents they murder me.
188:05,005[A  ]| Thy flames Consume, thy arrows pierce thy friends,
188:05,006[A  ]| Rather on$4$ foes pursue more noble ends.
188:05,007[A  ]| Achilles' Sword would generously bestow
188:05,008[A  ]| A Cure, as certain as it gave the blow.
188:05,009[A  ]| Hunters who$6#1$ follow flying game, give over
188:05,010[A  ]| When the prey is Caught; Hope still leads on$5$ before.
188:05,011[A  ]| We thine own slaves feel thy Tyrannic blows,
188:05,012[A  ]| Whilst Thy Tame hand is unmoved against thy foes.
188:05,013[A  ]| On$4$ men disarmed, how can you gallant prove?
188:05,014[A  ]| And I was long ago disarmed by$4$ love.
188:05,015[A  ]| Millions of Dull men live, and Scornful Maids,
188:05,016[A  ]| We will$1$ own Love Valiant when he these Invades.
188:05,017[A  ]| Rome from each Corner of the wide world, snatched
188:05,018[A  ]| A Laurel, or it had been to$4$ this day thatched.
188:05,019[A  ]| But the Old Soldier has his resting place,
188:05,020[A  ]| And the Good battered Horse is turned to$4$ Grass,
188:05,021[A  ]| The Harassed Whore, who$6#1$ lived a wretch to$9$ please,
188:05,022[A  ]| Has leave to$9$ be a bawd and take her ease.
188:05,023[A  ]| For$4$ me then, (who$6#1$ have freely spent my blood,
188:05,024[A  ]| Love, in$4$ thy service, and so$5#1$ boldly stood
188:05,025[A  ]| In$4$ Celia's Trenches) were it not wisely done,
188:05,026[A  ]| Even to$9$ retire, and live at peace at home?
188:05,027[A  ]| No$7$, might I gain a Godhead to$9$ disclaim
188:05,028[A  ]| My Glorious Title, to$4$ my endless flame,
188:05,029[A  ]| Divinity with Scorn I would forswear,
188:05,030[A  ]| Such Sweet, Dear, tempting Mischiefs women are.
188:05,031[A  ]| Whenever these flames grow faint, I quickly find
188:05,032[A  ]| A fierce black storm, pour down upon$4$ my mind,
188:05,033[A  ]| Headlong I am Hurled like$4$ Horsemen who$6#1$ in$4$ vain
188:05,034[A  ]| Their fury-foaming Coursers would Restrain.
188:05,035[A  ]| As ships, just when the Harbour they attain,
188:05,036[A  ]| Are snatched by$4$ sudden blasts to$4$ sea again,
188:05,037[A  ]| So$3$ love's fantastic storms reduce my Heart,
188:05,038[A  ]| Half rescued, and the God resumes his dart.
188:05,039[A  ]| Strike here, this undefended bosom wound,
188:05,040[A  ]| And for$4$ so$5#1$ brave a conquest be renowned;
188:05,041[A  ]| Shafts fly so$5#1$ fast to$4$ me from every part,
188:05,042[A  ]| You will$1$ scarce discern your quiver, from my heart.
188:05,043[A  ]| What wretch can bear a livelong night's dull rest?
188:05,044[A  ]| Or think himself in$4$ Lazy Slumbers blest?
188:05,045[A  ]| Fool! is not Sleep the image of pale death?
188:05,046[A  ]| There is time for$4$ rest when fate has stopped your breath.
188:05,047[A  ]| Me may my soft Deluding Dear deceive,
188:05,048[A  ]| I am Happy in$4$ my hopes whilst I believe,
188:05,049[A  ]| Now let her flatter, then as fondly chide,
188:05,050[A  ]| Often may I enjoy, oft be denied.
188:05,051[A  ]| With doubtful Steps the God of War does move,
188:05,052[A  ]| By$4$ thy example Led, ambiguous Love;
188:05,053[A  ]| Blown to$8$ and fro like$4$ down from thy own wing,
188:05,054[A  ]| Who$6#2$ knows when joy or anguish thou wilt bring?
188:05,055[A  ]| Yet at thy mother's and thy slave's request,
188:05,056[A  ]| Fix an eternal empire in$4$ my breast
188:05,057[A  ]| And let the inconstant charming Sex,
188:05,058[A  ]| Whose wilful scorn, does lovers Vex,
188:05,059[A  ]| Submit their Hearts before thy Throne,
188:05,060[A  ]| The Vassal world is then thy own.
188:06,000@@@@@| 
188:06,000['  ]| <Song>
188:06,001[A  ]| Absent from thee I languish still
188:06,002[A  ]| Then ask me not when I return,
188:06,003[A  ]| The straying fool it will$1$ plainly kill
188:06,004[A  ]| To$9$ wish all day, all night to$9$ mourn.
188:06,005[A  ]| Dear from thine arms then let me fly
188:06,006[A  ]| That$3$ my fantastic mind may prove,
188:06,007[A  ]| The torments it deserves to$9$ try
188:06,008[A  ]| That$6#1$ Tears my fixed heart from my love.
188:06,009[A  ]| When wearied with a world of woe
188:06,010[A  ]| To$4$ thy safe bosom I retire
188:06,011[A  ]| Where love and peace and truth do flow,
188:06,012[A  ]| May I contented there Expire
188:06,013[A  ]| Lest once more wandering from that$6#2$ heaven
188:06,014[A  ]| I fall on$4$ some Base heart unblessed,
188:06,015[A  ]| Faithless to$4$ thee, false, unforgiven
188:06,016[A  ]| And lose my everlasting rest.
188:07,000@@@@@| 
188:07,000['  ]| <Love and Life>
188:07,001[A  ]| All my past Life is mine no$2$ more,
188:07,002[A  ]| The flying hours are gone
188:07,003[A  ]| Like$4$ Transitory dreams given over
188:07,004[A  ]| Whose Images are kept in$4$ store
188:07,005[A  ]| By$4$ memory alone.
188:07,006[A  ]| Whatever is to$9$ come is not:
188:07,007[A  ]| How can it then be mine?
188:07,008[A  ]| The present moment is all my Lot
188:07,009[A  ]| And that$6#2$ as fast as it is got
188:07,010[A  ]| Phillis is wholly thine.
188:07,011[A  ]| Then talk not of Inconstancy,
188:07,012[A  ]| False hearts and broken vows:
188:07,013[A  ]| If I by$4$ miracle can be
188:07,014[A  ]| This livelong Minute true to$4$ Thee
188:07,015[A  ]| It is all that$6#1$ Heaven allows.
188:08,000@@@@@| 
188:08,000['  ]| <Song>
188:08,001[A  ]| An Age in$4$ her Embraces passed
188:08,002[A  ]| Would seem a winter's Day
188:08,003[A  ]| Where life and light with envious haste
188:08,004[A  ]| Are torn and snatched away.
188:08,005[A  ]| But oh! how slowly minutes roll
188:08,006[A  ]| When Absent from her Eyes
188:08,007[A  ]| That$6#1$ feed my love, which$6#1$ is my soul;
188:08,008[A  ]| It languishes and dies,
188:08,009[A  ]| For$3$ then no$2$ more a soul but shade
188:08,010[A  ]| It mournfully does move
188:08,011[A  ]| And haunts my breast, by$4$ absence made
188:08,012[A  ]| The living Tomb of Love.
188:08,013[A  ]| You wiser men despise me not
188:08,014[A  ]| Whose lovesick fancy raves
188:08,015[A  ]| On$4$ shades of souls and heaven knows what,
188:08,016[A  ]| Short Ages, Living Graves.
188:08,017[A  ]| Whenever those wounding Eyes so$5#1$ full
188:08,018[A  ]| Of sweetness you did see
188:08,019[A  ]| Had you not been profoundly Dull
188:08,020[A  ]| You had gone mad like$4$ me.
188:08,021[A  ]| Nor censure us you who$6#1$ perceive
188:08,022[A  ]| My best beloved and me
188:08,023[A  ]| Sigh and Lament, complain and Grieve,
188:08,024[A  ]| You think we disagree 
188:08,025[A  ]| Alas! it is sacred Jealousy,
188:08,026[A  ]| Love raised to$4$ an extreme,
188:08,027[A  ]| The only proof between her and me
188:08,028[A  ]| We love and do not Dream.
188:08,029[A  ]| Fantastic fancies fondly move
188:08,030[A  ]| And in$4$ frail joys believe,
188:08,031[A  ]| Taking false pleasure for$4$ true love,
188:08,032[A  ]| But pain can never deceive.
188:08,033[A  ]| Kind Jealous doubt, tormenting fear
188:08,034[A  ]| And Anxious cares (when past)
188:08,035[A  ]| Prove our Hearts Treasure fixed and Dear
188:08,036[A  ]| And makes us blest at last.
188:08,037[A  ]| God does not Heaven afford until
188:08,038[A  ]| In$4$ purgatory we
188:08,039[A  ]| Have felt the utmost pains of Hell 
188:08,040[A  ]| Then why the Devil should she?
188:09,000@@@@@| 
188:09,000['  ]| <Song>
188:09,000['  ]| <A Young Lady to her Ancient Lover>
188:09,001[B  ]| Ancient person for$4$ whom I
188:09,002[B  ]| All the Fluttering youth defy,
188:09,003[B  ]| Long be it before thou grow old,
188:09,004[B  ]| Aching, shaking, Crazy, Cold;
188:09,005[B  ]| But still Continue as thou art
188:09,006[B  ]| Ancient person of my heart.
188:09,007[B  ]| On$4$ thy withered Lips and dry
188:09,008[B  ]| Which$6#1$ Like$4$ barren furrows Lie
188:09,009[B  ]| Brooding kisses I will$1$ power
188:09,010[B  ]| Shall thy youthful heat restore:
188:09,011[B  ]| Such kind showers in$4$ Autumn fall
188:09,012[B  ]| And a Second spring recall;
188:09,013[B  ]| Nor from thee will$1$ ever part
188:09,014[B  ]| Ancient person of my heart.
188:09,015[B  ]| Thy nobler parts which$6#1$ but to$9$ name
188:09,016[B  ]| In$4$ our Sex would be Counted shame,
188:09,017[B  ]| By$4$ age's frozen grasp possessed
188:09,018[B  ]| From their Ice shall be released
188:09,019[B  ]| And soothed by$4$ my reviving hand
188:09,020[B  ]| In$4$ former warmth and Vigour stand.
188:09,021[B  ]| All a Lover's wish can reach
188:09,022[B  ]| For$4$ thy Joy my Love shall teach
188:09,023[B  ]| And for$4$ thy pleasure shall improve
188:09,024[B  ]| All that$6#1$ Art can add to$4$ Love;
188:09,025[B  ]| Yet still I will$1$ Love thee without art
188:09,026[B  ]| Ancient person of my heart.
188:10,000@@@@@| 
188:10,000['  ]| <Song.>
188:10,001[A  ]| By$4$ all Love's soft, yet mighty Powers
188:10,002[A  ]| It is a thing unfit,
188:10,003[A  ]| That$3$ Men should Fuck in$4$ time of Flowers
188:10,004[A  ]| Or when the Smock is beshit.
188:10,005[A  ]| Fair nasty Nymph, be clean and kind,
188:10,006[A  ]| And all my joys restore;
188:10,007[A  ]| By$4$ using Paper still behind,
188:10,008[A  ]| And Sponges for$4$ before.
188:10,009[A  ]| My spotless Flames can never decay,
188:10,010[A  ]| If after every close,
188:10,011[A  ]| My smoking Prick escape the Fray,
188:10,012[A  ]| Without a Bloody Nose;
188:10,013[A  ]| If thou wouldst have me true, be wise,
188:10,014[A  ]| And take to$4$ cleanly sinning;
188:10,015[A  ]| None but fresh Lovers' Pricks can rise,
188:10,016[A  ]| At Phillis in$4$ foul linen.
188:11,000@@@@@| 
188:11,000['  ]| <Song.>
188:11,001[A  ]| Give me leave to$9$ rail at you,
188:11,002[A  ]| I ask nothing but my due;
188:11,003[A  ]| To$9$ call you false, and then to$9$ say,
188:11,004[A  ]| You shall not keep my Heart a Day.
188:11,005[A  ]| But (Alas!) against my will$0$,
188:11,006[A  ]| I must be your Captive still.
188:11,007[A  ]| Ah! be kinder then, for$3$ I,
188:11,008[A  ]| Can not change, and would not die.
188:11,009[A  ]| Kindness has resistless Charms,
188:11,010[A  ]| All besides but weakly move;
188:11,011[A  ]| Fiercest Anger it disarms,
188:11,012[A  ]| And Clips the Wings of flying Love.
188:11,013[A  ]| Beauty does the Heart invade,
188:11,014[A  ]| Kindness only can persuade;
188:11,015[A  ]| It guilds the Lover's servile Chain
188:11,016[A  ]| And makes the Slave grow pleased and vain.
188:12,000@@@@@| 
188:12,000['  ]| <The Fall>
188:12,001[A  ]| How blest was the Created state
188:12,002[A  ]| Of Man and Woman before they fell:
188:12,003[A  ]| Compared to$4$ our unhappy Fate
188:12,004[A  ]| We need not fear another Hell.
188:12,005[A  ]| Naked beneath cooled shades they lay:
188:12,006[A  ]| Enjoyment waited on$4$ desire.
188:12,007[A  ]| Each member did their wills obey
188:12,008[A  ]| Nor could a wish set pleasure higher.
188:12,009[A  ]| But we poor slaves to$9$ hope and fear
188:12,010[A  ]| Are never of our Joys secure:
188:12,011[A  ]| They lessen still as they draw near
188:12,012[A  ]| And none but dull delights endure.
188:12,013[A  ]| Then Cloris while I Duty pay
188:12,014[A  ]| The nobler Tribute of a heart,
188:12,015[A  ]| Be not you so$5#1$ severe to$9$ say
188:12,016[A  ]| You Love me for$4$ a frailer part.
188:13,000@@@@@| 
188:13,000['  ]| <Song>
188:13,001[A  ]| How perfect Cloris, and how free
188:13,002[A  ]| Would these enjoyments prove,
188:13,003[A  ]| But you with formal jealousy
188:13,004[A  ]| Are still tormenting Love.
188:13,005[A  ]| Let us (since wit instructs us how)
188:13,006[A  ]| Raise pleasure to$4$ the top,
188:13,007[A  ]| If Rival bottle you will$1$ allow
188:13,008[A  ]| I will$1$ suffer rival fop.
188:13,009[A  ]| There is not a brisk insipid spark
188:13,010[A  ]| That$6#1$ flutters in$4$ the Town
188:13,011[A  ]| But with your wanton eyes you mark
188:13,012[A  ]| Him out to$9$ be your own.
188:13,013[A  ]| You never think it worth your care
188:13,014[A  ]| How empty nor how dull
188:13,015[A  ]| The heads of your admirers are
188:13,016[A  ]| So$3$ that$3$ their purse be full.
188:13,017[A  ]| All this you freely may confess
188:13,018[A  ]| Yet we will$1$ not disagree
188:13,019[A  ]| For$3$ did you love your pleasures less
188:13,020[A  ]| You were not fit for$4$ me.
188:13,021[A  ]| Whilst I my passion to$9$ pursue
188:13,022[A  ]| Am whole nights taking in$5$
188:13,023[A  ]| The Lusty juice of grapes, take you
188:13,024[A  ]| The juice of Lusty Men 
188:13,025[A  ]| Upbraid me not that$3$ I design
188:13,026[A  ]| Tricks to$9$ delude your charms
188:13,027[A  ]| When running after mirth and wine
188:13,028[A  ]| I leave your Longing Arms
188:13,029[A  ]| For$3$ wine (whose power alone can raise
188:13,030[A  ]| Our thoughts so$5#1$ far above)
188:13,031[A  ]| Affords Ideas fit to$9$ praise
188:13,032[A  ]| What we think fit to$9$ Love.
188:14,000@@@@@| 
188:14,000['  ]| <Dialogue>
188:14,000['  ]| <Nymph     Shepherd>
188:14,001[B  ]| <Nymph.> Injurious Charmer of my Vanquished heart
188:14,002[B  ]| Canst thou feel Love and yet no$2$ pity know?
188:14,003[B  ]| Since of myself from thee I can not part
188:14,004[B  ]| Invent some gentle way to$9$ Let me go.
188:14,005[B  ]| For$3$ what with joy thou didst obtain
188:14,006[B  ]| And I with more did give
188:14,007[B  ]| In$4$ time will$1$ make thee false and Vain
188:14,008[B  ]| And me unfit to$9$ Live.
188:14,009[C  ]| <Shep:> Frail Angel that$6#1$ would Leave a heart forlorn
188:14,010[C  ]| With poor pretence falsehood therein might Lie,
188:14,011[C  ]| Seek not to$9$ cast mild shadows over your scorn:
188:14,012[C  ]| You can not sooner change than I can die.
188:14,013[C  ]| To$4$ tedious life I will$1$ never fall,
188:14,014[C  ]| Thrown from thy dear Loved breast.
188:14,015[C  ]| He merits not to$9$ Live at all
188:14,016[C  ]| Who$6#1$ cares to$9$ Live unblessed.
188:14,017[D  ]| <Cho:> Then Let our flaming hearts be joined
188:14,018[D  ]| While in$4$ that$6#2$ sacred fire,
188:14,019[D  ]| Before thou prove false or I unkind,
188:14,020[D  ]| Together both expire.
188:15,000@@@@@| 
188:15,000['  ]| <Love to a Woman>
188:15,001[A  ]| Love a Woman! Thou art an Ass:
188:15,002[A  ]| It is a most insipid passion
188:15,003[A  ]| To$9$ Choose out for$4$ thy Happiness
188:15,004[A  ]| The dullest part of God's Creation.
188:15,005[A  ]| Let the Porter and the Groom,
188:15,006[A  ]| Things designed for$4$ dirty slaves,
188:15,007[A  ]| Drudge in$4$ fair Aurelia's womb
188:15,008[A  ]| To$9$ get supplies for$4$ Age and Graves.
188:15,009[A  ]| Farewell Woman  I intend
188:15,010[A  ]| Henceforth every Night to$9$ sit
188:15,011[A  ]| With my lewd well natured Friend
188:15,012[A  ]| Drinking to$9$ engender wit.
188:15,013[A  ]| Then give me health, wealth, Mirth, and wine,
188:15,014[A  ]| And if busy Love entrenches
188:15,015[A  ]| There is a sweet soft Page of mine
188:15,016[A  ]| Can do the Trick worth Forty wenches.
188:16,000@@@@@| 
188:16,000['  ]| <Woman's Honour:  Song.>
188:16,001[A  ]| Love bade me hope and I obeyed:
188:16,002[A  ]| Phyllis continued still unkind.
188:16,003[A  ]| Then you may Even despair he said 
188:16,004[A  ]| In$4$ Vain I strive to$9$ change her mind.
188:16,005[A  ]| Honour is got in$5$ and keeps her heart.
188:16,006[A  ]| Durst he but Venture once abroad
188:16,007[A  ]| In$4$ my own Right I would take your part
188:16,008[A  ]| And show myself a mightier God.
188:16,009[A  ]| This huffing Honour Domineers
188:16,010[A  ]| In$4$ Breasts where he alone has place
188:16,011[A  ]| But if true generous Love appears
188:16,012[A  ]| The Hector dares not show his face.
188:16,013[A  ]| Let me still Languish and Complain,
188:16,014[A  ]| Be most Inhumanly denied.
188:16,015[A  ]| I have some pleasure in$4$ my pain:
188:16,016[A  ]| She can have none with all her pride.
188:16,017[A  ]| I fall a sacrifice to$4$ Love:
188:16,018[A  ]| She Lives a Wretch for$4$ honour's sake.
188:16,019[A  ]| Whose Tyrant does most cruel prove?
188:16,020[A  ]| The difference is not hard to$9$ make.
188:16,021[A  ]| Consider real Honour then
188:16,022[A  ]| You will$1$ find hers can not be the same:
188:16,023[A  ]| It is Noble Confidence in$4$ men,
188:16,024[A  ]| In$4$ Women mean mistrustful shame.
188:17,000@@@@@| 
188:17,000['  ]| <Song>
188:17,001[A  ]| Phillis, be gentler I advise,
188:17,002[A  ]| Make up$5$ for$4$ time misspent,
188:17,003[A  ]| When Beauty on$4$ its Death-Bed lies,
188:17,004[A  ]| It is high time to$9$ Repent.
188:17,005[A  ]| Such is the Malice of your Fate,
188:17,006[A  ]| That$6#1$ makes you Old so$5#1$ soon,
188:17,007[A  ]| Your pleasure, ever comes too late,
188:17,008[A  ]| How early ever begun.
188:17,009[A  ]| Think what a Wretched thing is she,
188:17,010[A  ]| Whose Stars contrive in$4$ spite,
188:17,011[A  ]| The Morning of her Love should be,
188:17,012[A  ]| Her fading Beauty's Night.
188:17,013[A  ]| Then if to$9$ make your Ruin more,
188:17,014[A  ]| You will$1$ peevishly be Coy,
188:17,015[A  ]| Die with the Scandal of a Whore,
188:17,016[A  ]| And never know the joy.
188:18,000@@@@@| 
188:18,000['  ]| <A Dialogue between Strephon and Daphne>
188:18,001[B  ]| <Stre:> Prethee now fond fool give over;
188:18,002[B  ]| Since my heart is gone before
188:18,003[B  ]| To$4$ what purpose should I stay?
188:18,004[B  ]| Love Commands another Way.
188:18,005[C  ]| <Daph:> Perjured swain I knew the time
188:18,006[C  ]| When dissembling was your Crime:
188:18,007[C  ]| In$4$ pity now Employ that$6#2$ art
188:18,008[C  ]| Which$6#1$ first betrayed to$9$ ease my heart.
188:18,009[B  ]| <Stre:> Women can with pleasure fain;
188:18,010[B  ]| Men dissemble still with pain.
188:18,011[B  ]| What Advantage will$1$ it prove
188:18,012[B  ]| If I Lie who$6#1$ can not Love?
188:18,013[C  ]| <Daph:> Tell me then the reason why,
188:18,014[C  ]| Love from hearts in$4$ Love does fly;
188:18,015[C  ]| Why the Bird will$1$ build a Nest
188:18,016[C  ]| Where he never intends to$9$ rest.
188:18,017[B  ]| <Stre:> Love like$4$ other Little boys
188:18,018[B  ]| Cries for$4$ hearts as they for$4$ toys
188:18,019[B  ]| Which$6#1$ when gained in$4$ Childish play
188:18,020[B  ]| Wantonly are thrown away.
188:18,021[C  ]| <Daph:> Still on$4$ Wing or on$4$ his knees
188:18,022[C  ]| Love does nothing by$4$ degrees;
188:18,023[C  ]| Basely flying when most prized,
188:18,024[C  ]| Meanly fawning when despised,
188:18,025[C  ]| Flattering or Insulting Ever,
188:18,026[C  ]| Generous and grateful never;
188:18,027[C  ]| All his Joys are Fleeting dreams,
188:18,028[C  ]| All his Woes severe Extremes.
188:18,029[B  ]| <Stre:> Nymph unjustly you inveigh:
188:18,030[B  ]| Love like$4$ us must fate obey.
188:18,031[B  ]| Since it is Nature's Law to$9$ Change,
188:18,032[B  ]| Constancy alone is strange.
188:18,033[B  ]| See the Heavens in$4$ Lightnings break,
188:18,034[B  ]| Next in$4$ storms of Thunder speak
188:18,035[B  ]| Till a kind Rain from above
188:18,036[B  ]| Makes a Calm, so$3$ it is in$4$ Love.
188:18,037[B  ]| Flames begin our first address:
188:18,038[B  ]| Like$4$ meeting Thunder we embrace.
188:18,039[B  ]| Then you know the showers that$6#1$ fall
188:18,040[B  ]| Quench the fire and quiet all.
188:18,041[C  ]| <Daph:> How should I these showers forget?
188:18,042[C  ]| It was so$5#1$ pleasant to$9$ be Wet.
188:18,043[C  ]| They killed Love I know it well:
188:18,044[C  ]| I died all the while they fell.
188:18,045[C  ]| Say at Least what Nymph it is
188:18,046[C  ]| Robs my breast of so$5#1$ much bliss.
188:18,047[C  ]| If she is fair I shall be eased:
188:18,048[C  ]| Through my Ruin, you will$1$ be pleased.
188:18,049[B  ]| <Stre:> Daphne never was so$5#1$ fair,
188:18,050[B  ]| Strephon scarcely so$5#1$ Sincere,
188:18,051[B  ]| Gentle, Innocent and free,
188:18,052[B  ]| Ever pleased with only me.
188:18,053[B  ]| Many Charms my heart enthral
188:18,054[B  ]| But there is one above them all:
188:18,055[B  ]| With aversion she does fly
188:18,056[B  ]| Tedious Trading constancy.
188:18,057[C  ]| <Daph:> Cruel shepherd I submit:
188:18,058[C  ]| Do what Love and you think fit.
188:18,059[C  ]| Change is Fate and not design 
188:18,060[C  ]| Say you would have still been mine.
188:18,061[B  ]| <Stre:> Nymph I can not: it is too true
188:18,062[B  ]| Change has greater Charms than you.
188:18,063[B  ]| Be by$4$ my Example Wise:
188:18,064[B  ]| Faith to$4$ pleasure sacrifice.
188:18,065[C  ]| <Daph:> Silly swain I will$1$ have you know
188:18,066[C  ]| It was my practice Long ago:
188:18,067[C  ]| Whilst you Vainly thought me true
188:18,068[C  ]| I was false in$4$ scorn of you.
188:18,069[C  ]| By$4$ my tears my heart's disguise
188:18,070[C  ]| I thy Love and thee despise.
188:18,071[C  ]| Womankind more Joy discovers
188:18,072[C  ]| Making Fools than keeping Lovers.
188:19,000@@@@@| 
188:19,000['  ]| <Song>
188:19,001[A  ]| The utmost grace the Greeks could show
188:19,002[A  ]| When to$4$ the Trojans they grew kind
188:19,003[A  ]| Was with their Arms to$9$ Let them go
188:19,004[A  ]| And leave their Lingering Wives behind.
188:19,005[A  ]| They beat the Men and burned the Town
188:19,006[A  ]| Then all the Baggage was their own.
188:19,007[A  ]| There the kind Deity of Wine
188:19,008[A  ]| Kissed the soft Wanton God of Love:
188:19,009[A  ]| This Clapped his Wings, That$6#2$ pressed his Vine
188:19,010[A  ]| And their blest Powers united move,
188:19,011[A  ]| While each brave Greek embraced his Punk,
188:19,012[A  ]| Lulled her asleep and then grew Drunk.
188:20,000@@@@@| 
188:20,000['  ]| <A pastoral dialogue>
188:20,000['  ]| <I.>
188:20,001[B  ]| <Alex.> Strephon, there sighs not on$4$ the Plain
188:20,002[B  ]| So$5#1$ lost a Swain as I;
188:20,003[B  ]| Scorched up$5$ with Love, frozen with Disdain.
188:20,004[B  ]| Of killing Sweetness I complain.
188:20,005[C  ]| <Streph.> If it is Corinna, die.
188:20,000['  ]| <II.>
188:20,006[C  ]| Since first my dazzled Eyes were thrown
188:20,007[C  ]| On$4$ that$6#2$ bewitching Face,
188:20,008[C  ]| Like$4$ ruined Birds, robed of their Young,
188:20,009[C  ]| Lamenting, frighted, and alone,
188:20,010[C  ]| I fly from place to$4$ place.
188:20,000['  ]| <III.>
188:20,011[C  ]| Framed by$4$ some Cruel Powers above,
188:20,012[C  ]| So$5#1$ nice she is, and fair;
188:20,013[C  ]| None from undoing can remove,
188:20,014[C  ]| Since all, who$6#1$ are not Blind, must Love;
188:20,015[C  ]| Who$6#1$ are not vain, Despair.
188:20,000['  ]| <IV.>
188:20,016[B  ]| <Alex.> The Gods no$2$ sooner give a Grace,
188:20,017[B  ]| But fond of their own Art,
188:20,018[B  ]| Severely jealous, ever place
188:20,019[B  ]| To$9$ guard the Glories of a Face,
188:20,020[B  ]| A Dragon in$4$ the Heart.
188:20,000['  ]| <V.>
188:20,021[B  ]| Proud and ill-natured Powers they are,
188:20,022[B  ]| Who$6#1$ peevish to$4$ Mankind,
188:20,023[B  ]| For$4$ their own Honour's sake, with Care,
188:20,024[B  ]| Make a sweet Form divinely Fair,
188:20,025[B  ]| Then add a Cruel Mind.
188:20,000['  ]| <VI.>
188:20,026[C  ]| <Streph.> Since she is insensible of Love,
188:20,027[C  ]| By$4$ Honour taught to$9$ hate,
188:20,028[C  ]| If we, forced by$4$ Decrees above,
188:20,029[C  ]| Must sensible to$4$ Beauty prove,
188:20,030[C  ]| How Tyrannous is Fate?
188:20,000['  ]| <VII.>
188:20,031[B  ]| <Alex.> I to$4$ the Nymph have never named
188:20,032[B  ]| The Cause of all my pain.
188:20,033[C  ]| <Streph.> Such Bashfulness may well be blamed;
188:20,034[C  ]| For$3$ since to$9$ serve we are not ashamed,
188:20,035[C  ]| Why should she blush to$9$ Reign?
188:20,000['  ]| <VIII.>
188:20,036[B  ]| <Alex.> But if her haughty Heart despise
188:20,037[B  ]| My humble proffered One,
188:20,038[B  ]| The just Compassion she denies,
188:20,039[B  ]| I may obtain from others' Eyes;
188:20,040[B  ]| Hers are not Fair alone.
188:20,000['  ]| <IX.>
188:20,041[B  ]| Devouring Flames require new Food;
188:20,042[B  ]| My Heart is consumed almost:
188:20,043[B  ]| New Fires must kindle in$4$ her Blood,
188:20,044[B  ]| Or Mine go out, and that$6#2$ is as good.
188:20,045[C  ]| <Streph.> Wouldst live, when Love is lost?
188:20,000['  ]| <X.>
188:20,046[C  ]| Be dead before thy Passion dies;
188:20,047[C  ]| For$3$ if thou shouldst survive,
188:20,048[C  ]| What Anguish would the Heart surprise,
188:20,049[C  ]| To$9$ see her Flames begin to$9$ rise,
188:20,050[C  ]| And Thine no$2$ more Alive.
188:20,000['  ]| <XI.>
188:20,051[B  ]| <Alex.> Rather what Pleasure should I meet
188:20,052[B  ]| In$4$ my Triumphant scorn,
188:20,053[B  ]| To$9$ see my Tyrant at my Feet;
188:20,054[B  ]| Whilst taught by$4$ her, unmoved I sit
188:20,055[B  ]| A Tyrant in$4$ my Turn.
188:20,000['  ]| <XII.>
188:20,056[C  ]| <Streph.> Ungentle Shepherd, cease for$4$ shame;
188:20,057[C  ]| Which$6#1$ way can you pretend
188:20,058[C  ]| To$9$ merit so$5#1$ Divine a Flame,
188:20,059[C  ]| Who$6#1$ to$4$ dull Life make a mean Claim,
188:20,060[C  ]| When Love is at an End?
188:20,000['  ]| <XIII.>
188:20,061[C  ]| As Trees are by$4$ their Bark embraced,
188:20,062[C  ]| Love to$4$ my Soul doth cling;
188:20,063[C  ]| When torn by$4$ the Herd's greedy Taste,
188:20,064[C  ]| The injured Plants feel they are defaced,
188:20,065[C  ]| They wither in$4$ the Spring.
188:20,000['  ]| <XIV.>
188:20,066[C  ]| My rifled Love would soon retire,
188:20,067[C  ]| Dissolving into Air,
188:20,068[C  ]| Should I that$6#2$ Nymph cease to$9$ admire,
188:20,069[C  ]| Blest in$4$ whose Arms I will$1$ expire,
188:20,070[C  ]| Or at her Feet despair.
188:21,000@@@@@| 
188:21,000['  ]| <'Twas a dispute 'twixt heaven and earth'>
188:21,001[A  ]| It was a dispute between heaven and Earth
188:21,002[A  ]| Which$6#1$ had produced the Nobler birth.
188:21,003[A  ]| For$4$ Heaven, Appeared Cynthia with all her Train
188:21,004[A  ]| Till you came forth
188:21,005[A  ]| More glorious and more Worth,
188:21,006[A  ]| Than she with all those trembling imps of Light
188:21,007[A  ]| With which$6#1$ This Envious Queen of night
188:21,008[A  ]| Had Proudly decked her Conquered self in$4$ Vain.
188:21,009[A  ]| I must have perished in$4$ that$6#2$ first surprise
188:21,010[A  ]| Had I beheld your Eyes.
188:21,011[A  ]| Love like$4$ Apollo when he would inspire
188:21,012[A  ]| Some holy breast, laid all his glories by$5$.
188:21,013[A  ]| Else The God clothed in$4$ his heavenly fire
188:21,014[A  ]| Would have possessed too powerfully
188:21,015[A  ]| And making of his Priest A sacrifice
188:21,016[A  ]| Had so$5#2$ returned unhallowed to$4$ the Skies.
188:22,000@@@@@| 
188:22,000['  ]| <Nestor>
188:22,001[A  ]| Vulcan contrive me such a Cup
188:22,002[A  ]| As Nestor used of old:
188:22,003[A  ]| Show all thy skill to$9$ trim it up$5$
188:22,004[A  ]| Damask it round with gold.
188:22,005[A  ]| Make it so$5#1$ large that$3$ filled with sack
188:22,006[A  ]| Up$5$ to$4$ the swelling brim
188:22,007[A  ]| Vast Toasts on$4$ the Delicious lake
188:22,008[A  ]| Like$4$ ships at sea may swim.
188:22,009[A  ]| Engrave no$2$ Battle on$4$ its Cheek
188:22,010[A  ]| (With war I have nought to$9$ do):
188:22,011[A  ]| I am none of those that$6#1$ took Mastricht
188:22,012[A  ]| Nor Yarmouth Leaguer knew.
188:22,013[A  ]| Let it no$2$ Name of Planets tell
188:22,014[A  ]| Fixed stars or Constellations
188:22,015[A  ]| For$3$ I am no$2$ Sir*Sidrophell
188:22,016[A  ]| Nor none of his Relations.
188:22,017[A  ]| But Carve thereon a spreading vine
188:22,018[A  ]| Then add Two lovely Boys;
188:22,019[A  ]| Their Limbs in$4$ amorous folds entwine,
188:22,020[A  ]| The Type of Future Joys.
188:22,021[A  ]| Cupid and Bacchus my saints are:
188:22,022[A  ]| May Drink and Love still Reign.
188:22,023[A  ]| With wine I wash away my cares
188:22,024[A  ]| And then to$4$ Phill: again.
188:23,000@@@@@| 
188:23,000['  ]| <To Corinna>
188:23,001[A  ]| What Cruel Pains Corinna takes
188:23,002[A  ]| To$9$ force that$6#2$ harmless frown:
188:23,003[A  ]| When not one Charm her face forsakes
188:23,004[A  ]| Love can not Loose his own.
188:23,005[A  ]| So$5#1$ sweet a face, so$5#1$ soft a Heart,
188:23,006[A  ]| Such Eyes so$5#1$ Very kind
188:23,007[A  ]| Betray (alas) the Silly Art
188:23,008[A  ]| Virtue had ill designed.
188:23,009[A  ]| Poor Feeble Tyrant who$6#1$ in$4$ Vain
188:23,010[A  ]| Would proudly take upon$4$ her
188:23,011[A  ]| Against kind Nature to$9$ maintain
188:23,012[A  ]| Affected Rules of Honour.
188:23,013[A  ]| The Scorn she bears so$5#1$ helpless proves
188:23,014[A  ]| When I plead Passion to$4$ her
188:23,015[A  ]| That$3$ much she fears but more she Loves
188:23,016[A  ]| Her Vassal should undo her.
188:24,000@@@@@| 
188:24,000['  ]| <Song.>
188:24,001[A  ]| While on$4$ these Lovely Looks I gaze
188:24,002[A  ]| To$9$ see a wretch pursuing
188:24,003[A  ]| In$4$ Raptures of a Blest Amaze
188:24,004[A  ]| His pleasing, happy ruin,
188:24,005[A  ]| It is not for$4$ pity that$3$ I move:
188:24,006[A  ]| His fate is too aspiring
188:24,007[A  ]| Whose heart broke with a Load of Love
188:24,008[A  ]| Dies wishing and admiring.
188:24,009[A  ]| But if this Murder you would forgo,
188:24,010[A  ]| Your slave from death removing,
188:24,011[A  ]| Let me your Art of Charming know
188:24,012[A  ]| Or learn you mine of Loving.
188:24,013[A  ]| But whether Life or death betide
188:24,014[A  ]| In$4$ Love it is equal Measure:
188:24,015[A  ]| The Victor Lives with Empty Pride
188:24,016[A  ]| The Vanquished dies with pleasure.
188:25,000@@@@@| 
188:25,000['  ]| <My Lord All-pride.>
188:25,001[A  ]| Bursting with pride the loathed Impostume swells,
188:25,002[A  ]| Prick him he sheds his venom straight and smells,
188:25,003[A  ]| But it is so$5#1$ lewd, a Scribbler that$3$ he writes
188:25,004[A  ]| With as much force to$4$ nature as he fights.
188:25,005[A  ]| Hardened in$4$ shame, it is such a baffled Fop
188:25,006[A  ]| That$3$ every School-boy whips him like$4$ a Top.
188:25,007[A  ]| And with his arm and heart his brain is so$5#1$ weak,
188:25,008[A  ]| That$3$ his starved fancy is compelled to$9$ rake
188:25,009[A  ]| Among the excrements of other's wit
188:25,010[A  ]| To$9$ make a stinking meal of what they shit.
188:25,011[A  ]| So$3$ Swine for$4$ nasty meat to$4$ dunghill run,
188:25,012[A  ]| And toss their gruntling Snouts up$5$ when they have done.
188:25,013[A  ]| Against his stars the Coxcomb ever strives,
188:25,014[A  ]| And to$9$ be something they forbid contrives.
188:25,015[A  ]| With a red Nose, splay-foot, and goggle eye,
188:25,016[A  ]| A ploughman's looby mien, face all awry,
188:25,017[A  ]| With stinking breath, and every loathsome mark
188:25,018[A  ]| The Punchinello sets up$5$ for$4$ a Spark.
188:25,019[A  ]| With equal self-conceit too, he bears arms,
188:25,020[A  ]| But with that$6#2$ vile success his part performs,
188:25,021[A  ]| That$3$ he burlesques his trade, and what is best
188:25,022[A  ]| In$4$ others, turns like$4$ Harlequin to$4$ jest.
188:25,023[A  ]| So$3$ have I seen at Smithfield's wondrous fair
188:25,024[A  ]| (When all his Brother Monsters flourish there)
188:25,025[A  ]| A lubbard Elephant divert the Town
188:25,026[A  ]| With making legs and shooting off a gun.
188:25,027[A  ]| Go where he will$1$ he never finds a Friend,
188:25,028[A  ]| Shame and derision all his steps attend,
188:25,029[A  ]| Alike abroad, at home, in$4$ the Camp and Court
188:25,030[A  ]| This Knight of the burning pestle makes us sport.
188:26,000@@@@@| 
188:26,000['  ]| <Title?>
188:26,001[A  ]| Madam,
188:26,002[A  ]| If you are deceived, it is not by$4$ my cheat,
188:26,003[A  ]| For$3$ all disguises are below the great.
188:26,004[A  ]| What Man or Woman upon$4$ earth can say
188:26,005[A  ]| I ever used them well above a day?
188:26,006[A  ]| How is it then that$3$ I inconstant am?
188:26,007[A  ]| He changes not, who$6#1$ always is the same.
188:26,008[A  ]| In$4$ my dear self, I centre everything,
188:26,009[A  ]| My Servants, Friends, my Mistress, and my King,
188:26,010[A  ]| Nay Heaven and earth to$4$ that$6#2$ one point I bring.
188:26,011[A  ]| Well-mannered, honest, generous and stout,
188:26,012[A  ]| (Names by$4$ dull Fools to$9$ plague mankind found out)
188:26,013[A  ]| Should I regard, I must myself constrain,
188:26,014[A  ]| And it is my maxim to$9$ avoid all pain.
188:26,015[A  ]| You fondly look for$4$ what none ever could find
188:26,016[A  ]| Deceive yourself, and then call me unkind;
188:26,017[A  ]| And by$4$ false reasons would my falsehood prove,
188:26,018[A  ]| For$3$ it is as natural to$9$ change as Love.
188:26,019[A  ]| You may as justly at the Sun repine
188:26,020[A  ]| Because alike it does not always shine.
188:26,021[A  ]| No$2$ glorious thing was ever made to$9$ stay,
188:26,022[A  ]| My Blazing Star but visits and away;
188:26,023[A  ]| As Fatal too, it shines as those in$4$ the skies,
188:26,024[A  ]| It is never seen but some great Lady dies.
188:26,025[A  ]| The boasted favour you so$5#1$ precious hold
188:26,026[A  ]| To$4$ me is no$2$ more than changing of my gold.
188:26,027[A  ]| Whatever you gave, I paid you back in$4$ bliss,
188:26,028[A  ]| Then where is the obligation, pray, of this?
188:26,029[A  ]| If heretofore you found grace in$4$ my eyes,
188:26,030[A  ]| Be thankful for$4$ it, and let that$6#2$ suffice.
188:26,031[A  ]| But Women Beggarlike, still haunt the door
188:26,032[A  ]| Where they have received a Charity before.
188:26,033[A  ]| O happy Sultan! whom we barbarous call,
188:26,034[A  ]| How much refined art thou above us all!
188:26,035[A  ]| Who$6#1$ envies not the joys of thy Serial!
188:26,036[A  ]| Thee, like$4$ some God, the trembling crowd adore,
188:26,037[A  ]| Each man is thy slave, and Woman-kind thy Whore.
188:26,038[A  ]| Methinks I see thee underneath the shade
188:26,039[A  ]| Of golden Canopies supinely laid;
188:26,040[A  ]| Thy crouching slaves all silent as the night,
188:26,041[A  ]| But at thy nod all active as the light.
188:26,042[A  ]| Secure in$4$ solid Sloth thou there dost reign,
188:26,043[A  ]| And feelest the joys of love without the pain.
188:26,044[A  ]| Each Female courts thee with a wishing eye,
188:26,045[A  ]| Whilst thou with awful pride walkest careless by$5$.
188:26,046[A  ]| Till thy kind pledge at last marks out the Dame
188:26,047[A  ]| Thou fanciest most to$9$ quench thy present flame.
188:26,048[A  ]| Then from thy bed submissive she retires,
188:26,049[A  ]| And thankful for$4$ the grace no$2$ more requires.
188:26,050[A  ]| No$2$ loud reproach, nor fond unwelcome sound
188:26,051[A  ]| Of Women's tongues thy sacred ear dares wound.
188:26,052[A  ]| If any do, a nimble Mute straight ties
188:26,053[A  ]| The true love knot, and stops her foolish cries.
188:26,054[A  ]| Thou fearest no$2$ injured Kinsman's threatening blade,
188:26,055[A  ]| Nor Midnight ambushes by$4$ Rivals laid.
188:26,056[A  ]| While here with aching hearts our joys we taste
188:26,057[A  ]| Disturbed by$4$ Swords like$4$ Damocles his feast.
188:27,000@@@@@| 
188:27,000['  ]| <Title?>
188:27,001[A  ]| Dear Friend.
188:27,002[A  ]| I hear this Town does so$5#1$ abound
188:27,003[A  ]| With saucy Censurers, that$3$ faults are found
188:27,004[A  ]| With what of late, we (in$4$ poetic Rage)
188:27,005[A  ]| Bestowing, threw away on$4$ the dull Age,
188:27,006[A  ]| But, howsoever Envy, their spleen may raise
188:27,007[A  ]| To$9$ rob my Brows of the deserved Bays
188:27,008[A  ]| Their thanks at least I merit, since through me,
188:27,009[A  ]| They are partakers of your Poetry.
188:27,010[A  ]| And this is all I will$1$ say in$4$ my defence
188:27,011[A  ]| To$9$ obtain one line of your well worded sense
188:27,012[A  ]| I would be content to$9$ have writ the British*Prince.
188:27,013[A  ]| I am none of those who$6#1$ think themselves inspired
188:27,014[A  ]| Nor write with the vain hope to$9$ be admired:
188:27,015[A  ]| But from a Rule I have (upon$4$ long Trial)
188:27,016[A  ]| To$9$ avoid with care all sort of self denial;
188:27,017[A  ]| Which$6#1$ way soever desire and fancy lead,
188:27,018[A  ]| (Contemning Fame) that$6#2$ path I boldly tread.
188:27,019[A  ]| And if exposing what I take for$4$ wit,
188:27,020[A  ]| To$4$ my dear self a Pleasure I beget
188:27,021[A  ]| No$2$ matter though the censoring Critics fret.
188:27,022[A  ]| Those, whom my Muse displeases are at strife,
188:27,023[A  ]| With equal spleen against my course of life,
188:27,024[A  ]| The least delight of which$6#1$ I will$1$ not forgo,
188:27,025[A  ]| For$4$ all the flattering praise Man can bestow:
188:27,026[A  ]| If I designed to$9$ please, the way were then
188:27,027[A  ]| To$9$ mend my manners rather than my pen:
188:27,028[A  ]| The first is unnatural, therefore unfit
188:27,029[A  ]| And for$4$ the second I despair of it
188:27,030[A  ]| Since Grace is not so$5#1$ hard to$9$ get as wit
188:27,031[A  ]| Perhaps ill Verses ought to$9$ be confined,
188:27,032[A  ]| In$4$ mere good breeding, like$4$ unsavory wind:
188:27,033[A  ]| Were reading forced, I should be apt to$9$ think,
188:27,034[A  ]| Men might no$2$ more write scurvily than stink;
188:27,035[A  ]| But it is your choice whether you will$1$ read or no$5$
188:27,036[A  ]| If likewise of your smelling it were so$5#2$:
188:27,037[A  ]| I would fart just as I write, for$4$ my own ease
188:27,038[A  ]| Nor should you be concerned, unless you please,
188:27,039[A  ]| I will$1$ own that$3$ you write better than I do,
188:27,040[A  ]| But I have as much need to$9$ write as you
188:27,041[A  ]| What though the Excrements of my dull brain
188:27,042[A  ]| Runs in$4$ a harsh insipid strain,
188:27,043[A  ]| Whilst your rich head, eases itself of wit
188:27,044[A  ]| Must none but Civet Cats have leave to$9$ shit.
188:27,045[A  ]| In$4$ all I write should sense and wit and Rhyme
188:27,046[A  ]| Fail me at once, yet something so$5#1$ sublime
188:27,047[A  ]| Shall stamp my Poem, that$3$ the world may see
188:27,048[A  ]| It could have been produced by$4$ none but me;
188:27,049[A  ]| And that$6#2$ is my end, for$3$ man can wish no$2$ more
188:27,050[A  ]| Than so$5#2$ to$9$ write as none ever writ before
188:27,051[A  ]| Yet why am I no$2$ Poet of the times
188:27,052[A  ]| I have Allusions, Similes and Rhymes,
188:27,053[A  ]| And wit, or else it is hard that$3$ I alone,
188:27,054[A  ]| Of the whole Race of Mankind should have none
188:27,055[A  ]| Unequally the partial hand of heaven,
188:27,056[A  ]| Has all but this one only Blessing given.
188:27,057[A  ]| The World appears like$4$ a great Family
188:27,058[A  ]| Whose Lord oppressed with pride and poverty
188:27,059[A  ]| That$3$ to$4$ a few great Plenty he may show
188:27,060[A  ]| Is fain to$9$ starve the numerous train below
188:27,061[A  ]| Just so$3$ seems providence, as poor and vain,
188:27,062[A  ]| Keeping more Creatures than it can maintain,
188:27,063[A  ]| Here it is profuse, and there it meanly saves,
188:27,064[A  ]| And for$4$ one Prince it makes Ten Thousand Slaves.
188:27,065[A  ]| In$4$ wit alone it has been magnificent
188:27,066[A  ]| Of which$6#1$ so$5#1$ just a share to$4$ each is sent
188:27,067[A  ]| That$3$ the most avaricious are content.
188:27,068[A  ]| For$3$ none ever thought (the due Division is such)
188:27,069[A  ]| His own too little, or his Friend's too much:
188:27,070[A  ]| Yet most men show, or find great want of wit,
188:27,071[A  ]| Writing themselves, or judging what is writ.
188:27,072[A  ]| But I who$6#1$ am of sprightly vigour full
188:27,073[A  ]| Look on$4$ mankind as envious, and dull,
188:27,074[A  ]| Born to$4$ myself, myself I like$1$ alone
188:27,075[A  ]| And must conclude my Judgment good or none.
188:27,076[A  ]| For$3$ should my Sense be naught, how could I know,
188:27,077[A  ]| Whether another man's were good or no$5$?
188:27,078[A  ]| Thus I resolve of my own poetry
188:27,079[A  ]| That$3$ it is the best, and there is a Fame for$4$ me.
188:27,080[A  ]| If then I am happy, what does it advance
188:27,081[A  ]| Whether to$4$ merit due, or Arrogance!
188:27,082[A  ]| Oh! but the world will$1$ take offence, thereby,
188:27,083[A  ]| Why then the world shall suffer for$4$ it, not I.
188:27,084[A  ]| Did ever this saucy world and I agree
188:27,085[A  ]| To$9$ let it have its beastly will$0$ on$4$ me?
188:27,086[A  ]| Why should my prostituted sense be drawn
188:27,087[A  ]| To$4$ every Rule their musty Customs spawn?
188:27,088[A  ]| But men will$1$ censure you it is two to$4$ one,
188:27,089[A  ]| Whenever they censure, they will$1$ be in$4$ the wrong.
188:27,090[A  ]| There is not a thing on$4$ Earth that$6#1$ I can name,
188:27,091[A  ]| So$5#1$ Foolish and so$5#1$ false as common Fame.
188:27,092[A  ]| It calls the Courtier Knave, the plain man rude
188:27,093[A  ]| Haughty the grave and the delightful lewd.
188:27,094[A  ]| Impertinent the brisk, morose the sad,
188:27,095[A  ]| Mean the familiar, the reserved one mad.
188:27,096[A  ]| Poor helpless Woman is not favoured more,
188:27,097[A  ]| She is a sly Hypocrite, or public Whore.
188:27,098[A  ]| Then who$6#2$ the Devil would give this to$9$ be free
188:27,099[A  ]| From the Innocent reproach of Infamy.
188:27,100[A  ]| These things considered, make me in$4$ despite
188:27,101[A  ]| Of idle Rumour keep at home and write.
188:28,000@@@@@| 
188:28,000[A  ]| <On The Supposed Author of A late Poem in Defence of SATYR>
188:28,001[A  ]| To$9$ Rack and torture thy unmeaning brain
188:28,002[A  ]| In$4$ Satire's Praise, to$4$ a low untuned strain
188:28,003[A  ]| In$4$ Thee was most Impertinent and vain
188:28,004[A  ]| When in$4$ thy person we more clearly see
188:28,005[A  ]| That$3$ Satire is of Divine Authority
188:28,006[A  ]| For$3$ God made one on$4$ Man when he made Thee
188:28,007[A  ]| To$9$ show there are some Men as there are Apes
188:28,008[A  ]| Framed for$4$ mere sport who$6#1$ differ but in$4$ shapes:
188:28,009[A  ]| In$4$ Thee are all those Contradictions Joined
188:28,010[A  ]| That$6#1$ make an Ass prodigious and refined,
188:28,011[A  ]| A Lump deformed, and shapeless wert thou born,
188:28,012[A  ]| Begot in$4$ Love's despite, and Nature's scorn,
188:28,013[A  ]| And art grown up$5$ the most ungraceful wight,
188:28,014[A  ]| Harsh to$4$ the Ear and hideous to$4$ the sight,
188:28,015[A  ]| Yet Love is thy business, Beauty thy delight.
188:28,016[A  ]| Curse on$4$ that$6#2$ silly hour that$6#1$ first inspired
188:28,017[A  ]| Thy Madness to$9$ pretend to$9$ be admired,
188:28,018[A  ]| To$9$ paint thy grisly face, to$9$ dance, to$9$ dress,
188:28,019[A  ]| And all those awkward follies that$6#1$ express
188:28,020[A  ]| Thy Loathsome Love, and filthy Daintiness.
188:28,021[A  ]| Who$6#1$ needs will$1$ be an ugly Beau-Garcon
188:28,022[A  ]| Spit at, and shunned by$4$ every Girl in$4$ Town,
188:28,023[A  ]| Where dreadfully (Love's scarecrow) thou art placed
188:28,024[A  ]| To$9$ fright the tender flock that$6#1$ long to$9$ taste,
188:28,025[A  ]| While every coming Maid when you appear
188:28,026[A  ]| Starts back for$4$ Shame, and strait turns chaste for$4$ fear
188:28,027[A  ]| For$3$ none so$5#1$ poor, or prostitute have proved
188:28,028[A  ]| Where you made Love, to$9$ endure to$9$ be beloved.
188:28,029[A  ]| It were Labour lost or else I would advise,
188:28,030[A  ]| But thy half wit will$0$ never let Thee be wise:
188:28,031[A  ]| Half witty, and half mad, and scarce half brave,
188:28,032[A  ]| Half honest, which$6#1$ is very much a knave;
188:28,033[A  ]| Made up$5$ of all these halves, thou canst not pass
188:28,034[A  ]| For$4$ anything entirely but an Ass.
188:29,000@@@@@| 
188:29,000['  ]| <On poet Ninny>
188:29,001[A  ]| Crushed by$4$ that$6#2$ just contempt his Follies bring
188:29,002[A  ]| On$4$ his Crazed Head, the Vermin fain would sting;
188:29,003[A  ]| But never Satire, did so$5#1$ softly bite,
188:29,004[A  ]| Or gentle George, himself, more gently write.
188:29,005[A  ]| Borne to$4$ no$2$ other, but thy own disgrace,
188:29,006[A  ]| Thou art a thing so$5#1$ wretched, and so$5#1$ base,
188:29,007[A  ]| Thou canst not even offend, but with thy face:
188:29,008[A  ]| And dost at once, a sad Example prove,
188:29,009[A  ]| Of harmless Malice, and of hopeless Love.
188:29,010[A  ]| All Pride, and Ugliness! Oh how we loath,
188:29,011[A  ]| A nauseous Creature so$5#1$ composed of both!
188:29,012[A  ]| How oft have we thy Capering Person seen,
188:29,013[A  ]| With dismal look, and Melancholy Mien?
188:29,014[A  ]| The just Reverse of Nokes, when he would be,
188:29,015[A  ]| Some mighty Hero, and make Love, like$4$ thee.
188:29,016[A  ]| Thou art below being laughed at, out of spite,
188:29,017[A  ]| Men gaze upon$4$ thee, as a hideous sight, 
188:29,018[A  ]| And cry, there goes the Melancholy Knight.
188:29,019[A  ]| There are some Modish Fools, we daily see,
188:29,020[A  ]| Modest, and dull; why they are Wits to$4$ thee!
188:29,021[A  ]| For$3$ of all Folly, sure the very top,
188:29,022[A  ]| Is a conceited Ninny, and a Fop.
188:29,023[A  ]| With Face of Farce, joined to$4$ a head Romancy,
188:29,024[A  ]| There is no$2$ such Coxcomb, as your Fool of fancy.
188:29,025[A  ]| But it is too much, on$4$ so$5#1$ despised a Theme;
188:29,026[A  ]| No$2$ Man, would dabble in$4$ a dirty Stream:
188:29,027[A  ]| The worst that$6#1$ I could write, would be no$2$ more,
188:29,028[A  ]| Than what thy very Friends have said before.
188:30,000@@@@@| 
188:30,000['  ]| <Prologue to the Empress of Morocco>
188:30,001[B  ]| Wit has of late took up$5$ a trick to$9$ appear,
188:30,002[B  ]| Unmannerly, or at the best severe.
188:30,003[B  ]| And Poets share the Fate by$4$ which$6#1$ we fall,
188:30,004[B  ]| When kindly we attempt to$9$ please you all.
188:30,005[B  ]| It is hard, your scorn should against such prevail,
188:30,006[B  ]| Whose ends are to$9$ divert you, though they fail.
188:30,007[B  ]| You Men would think it an ill-natured Jest,
188:30,008[B  ]| Should we laugh at you when you did your best.
188:30,009[B  ]| Then rail not here, though you see reason for$4$ it.
188:30,010[B  ]| If Wit can find itself no$2$ better sport; 
188:30,011[B  ]| Wit is a very foolish thing at Court. 
188:30,012[B  ]| Wit's business is to$9$ please, and not to$9$ fright,
188:30,013[B  ]| It is no$2$ Wit to$9$ be always in$4$ the right, 
188:30,014[B  ]| You will$1$ find it none, who$6#1$ dare be so$5#2$ tonight. 
188:30,015[B  ]| Few so$5#1$ ill-bred will$1$ venture to$4$ a Play,
188:30,016[B  ]| To$9$ spy out faults in$4$ what we Women say: 
188:30,017[B  ]| For$4$ us no$2$ matter what we speak, but how, 
188:30,018[B  ]| How kindly can we say ~~ I hate you now. 
188:30,019[B  ]| And for$4$ the men, if you will$1$ laugh at them, do; 
188:30,020[B  ]| They mind themselves so$5#1$ much, they will$1$ never mind you. ~~
188:30,021[B  ]| But why do I descend to$9$ lose a Prayer 
188:30,022[B  ]| On$4$ those small Saints in$4$ Wit, the God sits there. 
188:30,023[B  ]| To$4$ you (Great Sir) my Message hither tends, 
188:30,024[B  ]| From Youth and Beauty your Allies and Friends. 
188:30,025[B  ]| See my Credentials written in$4$ my Face, 
188:30,026[B  ]| They challenge your Protection in$4$ this place, 
188:30,027[B  ]| And hither come with such a Force of charms, 
188:30,028[B  ]| As may give check even to$4$ your prosperous Arms: 
188:30,029[B  ]| Millions of Cupids hovering in$4$ the Rear,
188:30,030[B  ]| Like$4$ Eagles following fatal Troops, appear. 
188:30,031[B  ]| All waiting for$4$ the slaughter, which$6#1$ draws nigh, 
188:30,032[B  ]| Of those bold Gazers, who$6#1$ this Night must die. 
188:30,033[B  ]| Nor can you escape our soft Captivity, 
188:30,034[B  ]| From which$6#1$ old Age alone must set you free. 
188:30,035[B  ]| Then tremble at the fatal Consequence ~~ 
188:30,036[B  ]| Since, it is well known for$4$ your own part (Great Prince) 
188:30,037[B  ]| Against us you still have made a weak defence.~~ 
188:30,038[B  ]| Be generous, and wise, and take our part;
188:30,039[B  ]| Remember we have eyes, and you a heart. 
188:30,040[B  ]| Else you may find, too late, that$3$ we are things 
188:30,041[B  ]| Born to$9$ kill vassals, and to$9$ conquer Kings. 
188:30,042[B  ]| But oh! to$4$ what vain Conquest I pretend, 
188:30,043[B  ]| Whilst Love is our Commander, and your Friend. 
188:30,044[B  ]| Our victory your Empire more assures, 
188:30,045[B  ]| For$3$ Love will$1$ ever make the Triumph yours.
188:31,000@@@@@| 
188:31,000['  ]| <Draft of a love poem>
188:31,001[A  ]| Could I but make my wishes insolent
188:31,002[A  ]| And force some image of a false content?
188:31,003[A  ]| But they like$4$ me bashful and humble grown
188:31,004[A  ]| Hover at distance about Beauty's throne
188:31,005[A  ]| There worship and admire, and then they die
188:31,006[A  ]| Daring no$2$ more Lay Hold of her than I
188:31,007[A  ]| Reason to$4$ worth bears a submissive spirit
188:31,008[A  ]| But Fools can be familiar with merit
188:31,009[A  ]| Who$6#2$ but that$6#2$ Blundering blockhead Phaeton
188:31,010[A  ]| Could ever have thought to$9$ drive about the Sun.
188:31,011[A  ]| Just such another durst make Love to$4$ you
188:31,012[A  ]| Whom not ambition led but dullness drew,
188:31,013[A  ]| No$2$ Amorous thought could his dull heart incline
188:31,014[A  ]| But he would have a passion, for$3$ it was fine
188:31,015[A  ]| That$6#2$, a new suit, and what he next must say,
188:31,016[A  ]| Runs in$4$ his Idle head the livelong day.
188:31,017[A  ]| Hard hearted saint. since it is your will$0$ to$9$ Be
188:31,018[A  ]| So$5#1$ unrelenting pitiless to$4$ me
188:31,019[A  ]| Regardless of A Love so$5#1$ many years
188:31,020[A  ]| Preserved between Lingering hopes, and awful fears
188:31,021[A  ]| Such fears in$4$ Lovers' Breasts high value claims
188:31,022[A  ]| And such expiring martyrs feel in$4$ flames.
188:31,023[A  ]| My hopes yourself contrived with cruel care
188:31,024[A  ]| Through gentle smiles to$9$ lead me to$4$ despair,
188:31,025[A  ]| It is some relief in$4$ my extreme distress
188:31,026[A  ]| My rival is Below your power to$9$ Bless.
188:00,000@@@@@| 
188:32,000['  ]| <The Disappointment.>
188:32,001[A  ]| Naked she lay clasped in$4$ my longing Arms
188:32,002[A  ]| I filled with Love and she all over Charms
188:32,003[A  ]| Both equally inspired with eager fire
188:32,004[A  ]| Melting through kindness flaming in$4$ desire
188:32,005[A  ]| With Arms, Legs, Lips, close clinging to$9$ embrace
188:32,006[A  ]| She clips me to$4$ her Breast and sucks me to$4$ her face
188:32,007[A  ]| Her nimble tongue (love's lesser lightning) played
188:32,008[A  ]| Within my Mouth; and to$4$ my thoughts conveyed
188:32,009[A  ]| Swift Orders, that$6#1$ I should prepare to$9$ throw
188:32,010[A  ]| The all dissolving Thunderbolt below
188:32,011[A  ]| My fluttering soul sprung with the pointed Kiss
188:32,012[A  ]| Hangs hovering over her balmy brinks of bliss
188:32,013[A  ]| But whilst her busy hand would guide that$6#2$ part
188:32,014[A  ]| Which$6#1$ should convey my soul up$5$ to$4$ her heart
188:32,015[A  ]| In$4$ liquid raptures I dissolve all over
188:32,016[A  ]| Melt into sperm and spend at every pore
188:32,017[A  ]| A touch from any part of her had done it
188:32,018[A  ]| Her hand, her foot, her very look is a Cunt.
188:32,019[A  ]| Smiling she chides in$4$ a kind murmuring noise
188:32,020[A  ]| And from her body wipes the clammy Joys
188:32,021[A  ]| When with a Thousand kisses wandering over
188:32,022[A  ]| My panting bosom 
188:32,022@v   | is there then no$2$ more
188:32,023[A  ]| She cries; 
188:32,023@v   | all this to$4$ Love, and Rapture is due
188:32,024@v   | Must we not pay a Debt to$4$ pleasure too
188:32,025[A  ]| But I the most forlorn lost man alive
188:32,026[A  ]| To$9$ show my wished obedience vainly strive
188:32,027[A  ]| I sigh alas! and Kiss, but can not swive
188:32,028[A  ]| Eager desires Confound the first intent
188:32,029[A  ]| Succeeding shame does more success prevent
188:32,030[A  ]| And Rage at last Confirms me Impotent
188:32,031[A  ]| Even her fair hand which$6#1$ might bid heat return
188:32,032[A  ]| To$4$ frozen Age; and make cold Hermits burn
188:32,033[A  ]| Applied to$4$ my Dead Cinder warms no$2$ more
188:32,034[A  ]| Than fire to$4$ ashes could past flames Restore
188:32,035[A  ]| Trembling Confused Despairing, limber, dry
188:32,036[A  ]| A wishing weak, unmoving lump I lie
188:32,037[A  ]| This Dart of Love whose piercing point oft tried
188:32,038[A  ]| With Virgin blood Ten Thousand Maids have died
188:32,039[A  ]| Which$6#1$ Nature still Directed with such Art
188:32,040[A  ]| That$3$ it through every Cunt reached every heart
188:32,041[A  ]| Stiffly Resolved it would Carelessly invade
188:32,042[A  ]| Woman, or Man, nor ought its fury stayed
188:32,043[A  ]| Wherever it pierced a Cunt it found or made
188:32,044[A  ]| Now languid lies in$4$ this unhappy hour
188:32,045[A  ]| Shrunk up$5$ and sapless like$4$ a withered flower
188:32,046[A  ]| Thou Treacherous base Deserter of my Flame
188:32,047[A  ]| False to$4$ my passion fatal to$4$ my Fame
188:32,048[A  ]| Through what mistaken Magic dost thou prove
188:32,049[A  ]| So$5#1$ true to$4$ Lewdness so$5#1$ untrue to$4$ Love
188:32,050[A  ]| What Oyster, Cinder, Beggar, Common whore
188:32,051[A  ]| Didst thou ever fail in$4$ all thy life before
188:32,052[A  ]| When Vice, Disease, and scandal lead the way
188:32,053[A  ]| With what officious haste dost thou obey
188:32,054[A  ]| Like$4$ a rude Roaring Hector in$4$ the streets
188:32,055[A  ]| Who$6#1$ scuffles Cuffs and Justles all he meets
188:32,056[A  ]| But if his King or Country claim his Aid
188:32,057[A  ]| The Rascal villain shrinks and hides his head
188:32,058[A  ]| Even so$3$ thy brutal valour is displayed
188:32,059[A  ]| Breaks every stew, does each small whore invade
188:32,060[A  ]| But when great Love the onset does Command
188:32,061[A  ]| Base Recreant to$4$ thy Prince thou durst not stand
188:32,062[A  ]| Worst part of me and henceforth hated most
188:32,063[A  ]| Through all the Town a Common Fucking Post
188:32,064[A  ]| On$4$ whom each Whore Relieves her tingling Cunt
188:32,065[A  ]| As Hogs on$4$ Gates do rub themselves and grunt
188:32,066[A  ]| Mayest thou to$4$ Ravenous Chancers be a prey
188:32,067[A  ]| Or in$4$ Consuming weepings waste away
188:32,068[A  ]| May strangury and stone thy days attend
188:32,069[A  ]| Mayest thou never piss who$6#1$ didst Refuse to$9$ spend 
188:32,070[A  ]| When all my Joys did on$4$ false Thee depend 
188:32,071[A  ]| And may Ten Thousand abler Pricks agree 
188:32,072[A  ]| To$9$ do the wronged Corinna Right for$4$ Thee.
188:33,000@@@@@| 
188:33,000['  ]| <Senec. Troas. Act. . Chor. >
188:33,000['  ]| <Thus Englished by a Person of Honour:>
188:33,001[A  ]| After Death nothing is, and nothing Death,
188:33,002[A  ]| The utmost limit of a Gasp of Breath.
188:33,003[A  ]| Let the ambitious Zealot lay aside
188:33,004[A  ]| His hopes of Heaven; whose Faith is but his Pride.
188:33,005[A  ]| Let slavish Souls lay by$4$ their Fear,
188:33,006[A  ]| Nor be concerned which$6#1$ way, nor where,
188:33,007[A  ]| After this Life they shall be hurled;
188:33,008[A  ]| Dead, we become the Lumber of the World:
188:33,009[A  ]| And to$4$ that$6#2$ Mass of Matter shall be swept,
188:33,010[A  ]| Where things destroyed, with things unborn are kept.
188:33,011[A  ]| Devouring Time swallows us whole;
188:33,012[A  ]| Impartial Death confounds Body and soul.
188:33,013[A  ]| For$3$ Hell and the foul Fiend that$6#1$ rules
188:33,014[A  ]| God's everlasting fiery Jails,
188:33,015[A  ]| (Devised by$4$ Rogues, dreaded by$4$ Fools)
188:33,016[A  ]| With his grim grisly Dog that$6#1$ keeps the Door,
188:33,017[A  ]| Are senseless Stories, idle Tales,
188:33,018[A  ]| Dreams, Whimsies, and no$2$ more.
188:34,000@@@@@| 
188:34,000['  ]| <The Discovery>
188:34,001[A  ]| Celia, that$6#2$ faithful Servant you disown,
188:34,002[A  ]| Would in$4$ obedience keep his Love unknown:
188:34,003[A  ]| But bright Ideas, such as you inspire,
188:34,004[A  ]| We can no$2$ more conceal, than not admire.
188:34,005[A  ]| My Heart at home in$4$ my own Breast did dwell,
188:34,006[A  ]| Like$4$ humble Hermit in$4$ a Peaceful Cell.
188:34,007[A  ]| Unknown and undisturbed it rested there,
188:34,008[A  ]| Stranger alike to$4$ Hope and to$4$ Despair.
188:34,009[A  ]| Now Love with a tumultuous Train invades
188:34,010[A  ]| The Sacred Quiet of those Hallowed Shades.
188:34,011[A  ]| His fatal Flames shine out to$4$ every Eye,
188:34,012[A  ]| Like$4$ blazing Comets in$4$ a Winter Sky.
188:34,013[A  ]| How can my Passion merit your Offence,
188:34,014[A  ]| That$6#1$ Challenges so$5#1$ little Recompense:
188:34,015[A  ]| For$3$ I am one, born only to$9$ admire;
188:34,016[A  ]| Too humble ever to$9$ hope, scarce to$9$ desire,
188:34,017[A  ]| A thing whose Bliss depends upon$4$ your Will$0$,
188:34,018[A  ]| Who$6#1$ would be proud you would deign to$9$ use him ill.
188:34,019[A  ]| Then give me leave to$9$ glory in$4$ my chain,
188:34,020[A  ]| My fruitless Sighs, and my unpitied pain.
188:34,021[A  ]| Let me but ever love, and ever be
188:34,022[A  ]| The Example of your Power and Cruelty.
188:34,023[A  ]| Since so$5#1$ much Scorn does in$4$ your Breast reside,
188:34,024[A  ]| Be more indulgent to$4$ its Mother, Pride.
188:34,025[A  ]| Kill all you strike, and trample on$4$ their Graves.
188:34,026[A  ]| But own the Fates of your neglected Slaves:
188:34,027[A  ]| When in$4$ the Crowd yours undistinguished lies,
188:34,028[A  ]| You give away the Triumph of your Eyes.
188:34,029[A  ]| Perhaps (obtaining this) you will$1$ think I find
188:34,030[A  ]| More Mercy, than your Anger has designed:
188:34,031[A  ]| But Love has carefully contrived for$4$ me,
188:34,032[A  ]| The last Perfection of Misery.
188:34,033[A  ]| For$3$ to$4$ my State the Hopes of Common Peace,
188:34,034[A  ]| Which$6#1$ every Wretch enjoys in$4$ Death, must cease:
188:34,035[A  ]| My worst of Fates attends me in$4$ my Grave,
188:34,036[A  ]| Since, dying, I must be no$2$ more your Slave.
188:34,000[A  ]| <THIS IS THE END ~~ THE VERY END>