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191:01,000['  ]| <Elegy the eighth>
191:01,000['  ]| <He curses a bawd, for going about to debauch his mistress.>
191:01,001[A  ]| There is a bawd renowned in$4$ Venus wars,
191:01,002[A  ]| And dreadful still with honourable scars:
191:01,003[A  ]| Her youth and beauty, craft and guile supply
191:01,004[A  ]| Sworn foe to$4$ all degrees of chastity.
191:01,005[A  ]| Dypsas who$6#1$ first taught love-sick maids the way
191:01,006[A  ]| To$9$ cheat the bridegroom on$4$ the wedding day.
191:01,007[A  ]| And then a hundred subtle tricks devised,
191:01,008[A  ]| Wherewith the amorous theft might be disguised.
191:01,009[A  ]| Of pigeons-blood, squeezed from the panting heart,
191:01,010[A  ]| With surfeit-water to$9$ contract the part,
191:01,011[A  ]| She knows the use: whilst the good man betrayed,
191:01,012[A  ]| With eager arms hugs the false bleeding maid.
191:01,013[A  ]| Of herbs and spells she tries the guilty force,
191:01,014[A  ]| The poison of a mare that$6#1$ goes to$4$ horse.
191:01,015[A  ]| Cleaving the midnight air upon$4$ a switch,
191:01,016[A  ]| Some for$4$ a bawd, most take her for$4$ a witch.
191:01,017[A  ]| Each morning sees her reeling to$4$ her bed,
191:01,018[A  ]| Her native blue overcome with drunken red.
191:01,019[A  ]| Her ready tongue never wants an useful lie,
191:01,020[A  ]| Soft moving words, nor charming flattery.
191:01,021[A  ]| Thus I overheard her to$4$ my Lucia speak,
191:01,022@b   | Young Damon's heart wilt thou forever break?
191:01,023@b   | He long has loved thee, and by$4$ me he sends
191:01,024@b   | To$9$ learn thy motions, which$6#1$ he still attends.
191:01,025@b   | If to$4$ the park thou go, the plays are ill;
191:01,026@b   | If to$4$ the plays, he thinks the air would kill.
191:01,027@b   | The other day he gazed upon$4$ thy face,
191:01,028@b   | As he would grow a statue in$4$ the place;
191:01,029@b   | And who$7$ in$4$ deed has not? like$4$ a new star,
191:01,030@b   | Beauty like$4$ thine strikes wonders from afar.
191:01,031@b   | Alas, methinks thou art ill dressed tonight,
191:01,032@b   | This point is too poor; thy necklace is not right.
191:01,033@b   | This gown was by$4$ some botching tailor made,
191:01,034@b   | It spoils thy shape; this Fucus is ill laid.
191:01,035@b   | Hear me, and be as happy as thou art fair,
191:01,036@b   | Damon is rich and what thou wantest can spare.
191:01,037@b   | Like$4$ thine his face, like$4$ thine his Eyes are thought,
191:01,038@b   | Would he not buy, he might himself be bought.
191:01,039[A  ]| Fair Lucia blushed; it is a sign of grace,
191:01,040[A  ]| Dypsas replied,
191:01,040@b   | that$6#2$ red becomes thy face.
191:01,041@b   | All lovers now by$4$ what they give are weighed,
191:01,042@b   | And she is best beloved that$6#1$ is best paid.
191:01,043@b   | The sunburnt Latines, in$4$ old Tatius reign,
191:01,044@b   | Did to$4$ one man perhaps their love restrain.
191:01,045@b   | Venus in$4$ her Aeneas city rules,
191:01,046@b   | And all adore her deity, but fools.
191:01,047@b   | Go on$5$, ye fair, chaste only let such live,
191:01,048@b   | As none will$1$ ask, and know not how to$9$ give.
191:01,049@b   | How prettily you frown! But I will$1$ speak on$5$,
191:01,050@b   | Hear me, another day it will$1$ be your own.
191:01,051@b   | Virtuous Penelope is said to$9$ have tried,
191:01,052@b   | With a strong bow, each lusty lover's side.
191:01,053@b   | Nor did Lucretia kill herself for$4$ rage,
191:01,054@b   | But love of Tarquin, in$4$ that$6#2$ colder age.
191:01,055@b   | To$4$ the young prince she vowed, never more to$9$ join
191:01,056@b   | In$4$ dull embraces with her Collatine.
191:01,057@b   | To$9$ keep her word she died ~~ 
191:01,058@b   | Life steals away, and our best hours are gone,
191:01,059@b   | Ever the true use, or worth of them, be known.
191:01,060@b   | Things long neglected of themselves decay,
191:01,061@b   | What we forbear time rudely makes his prey.
191:01,062@b   | Beauty is best preserved by$4$ exercise,
191:01,063@b   | Nor for$4$ that$6#2$ task can one or few suffice.
191:01,064@b   | Wouldst thou grow rich, thou must from many take;
191:01,065@b   | From one it were hard continually to$9$ rake.
191:01,066@b   | Without new gowns, and coaches, who$7$ can live?
191:01,067@b   | What does thy poet, but new verses give?
191:01,068@b   | A poet, the last thing that$6#1$ earth does breed,
191:01,069@b   | Whose wit, for$4$ sixpence, anyone may read.
191:01,070@b   | Him that$6#1$ will$1$ give, to$4$ Homer I prefer,
191:01,071@b   | To$9$ give is an ingenious thing I swear.
191:01,072@b   | Despise not any can a present make,
191:01,073@b   | It matters not from whom, but what we take.
191:01,074@b   | Nor with the sound of titles be thou caught,
191:01,075@b   | For$3$ nothing can with empty names be bought.
191:01,076@b   | Hang the poor lover, and his pedigree,
191:01,077@b   | The thriving merchant, or fat judge give me.
191:01,078@b   | If any beardless stripling ask a night,
191:01,079@b   | And think thee paid with mutual delight;
191:01,080@b   | Bid him go earn thy price among the men,
191:01,081@b   | And when he has it, come to$4$ thee again.
191:01,082@b   | Love truly none, but seem in$4$ love with all,
191:01,083@b   | And at old friends to$4$ thy new lover rail.
191:01,084@b   | Sometimes deny, it will$1$ appetite procure;
191:01,085@b   | The sharp-set hawks will$1$ stoop to$4$ any lure.
191:01,086@b   | Then grant again, lest he a habit get
191:01,087@b   | Of living from thee, but be sure thou let
191:01,088@b   | No$2$ empty lover in$5$: murmur sometimes,
191:01,089@b   | And as first hurt, reproach him with thy crimes.
191:01,090@b   | Seem jealous, when thou hast been thyself to$9$ blame,
191:01,091@b   | It will$1$ stop his mouth, if thou the first complain.
191:01,092@b   | All thou hast done be ready to$9$ forswear,
191:01,093@b   | For$4$ lovers' oaths fair Venus has no$2$ ear,
191:01,094@b   | Whilst he is with thee, let some woman bring
191:01,095@b   | Some Indian stuff, or foreign precious thing;
191:01,096@b   | Which$6#1$ thou must say thou wantest, and he must buy,
191:01,097@b   | Though for$4$ it six months hence in$4$ gaol he lie.
191:01,098@b   | Thy mother, sister, brother, and thy nurse,
191:01,099@b   | Must have a pull each at thy lover's purse.
191:01,100@b   | Let him from rivals never be secure,
191:01,101@b   | That$6#2$ hope once gone, love will$1$ not long endure.
191:01,102@b   | Show him the presents by$4$ those rivals sent,
191:01,103@b   | So$3$ shall his bounty thy request prevent.
191:01,104@b   | When he will$1$ give no$2$ more, ask him to$9$ lend,
191:01,105@b   | If he wants money, find a trusting Friend.
191:01,106@b   | Get hangings, cabinets, a looking-glass,
191:01,107@b   | Of anything for$4$ which$6#1$ his word will$1$ pass.
191:01,108@b   | Practise these rules, thou shalt find the benefit;
191:01,109@b   | I lost my beauty before I got this wit.
191:01,110[A  ]| I at that$6#2$ word stepped from behind the door,
191:01,111[A  ]| And scarce my nails from her thin cheeks forbore.
191:01,112[A  ]| Her few grey hairs in$4$ rage I vowed to$9$ pull.
191:01,113[A  ]| And thrust her drunken eyes into her skull.
191:01,114[A  ]| Poor in$4$ a dungeon's bottom mayst thou rot,
191:01,115[A  ]| Die with a blow with thy beloved pot,
191:01,116[A  ]| No$2$ brandy and eternal thirst thy lot.
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191:02,000['  ]| <THE HAPPY PAIR; OR, A POEM, &C.>
191:02,001[A  ]| When first the world from the black chaos rose,
191:02,002[A  ]| And infant-beauty did the frame compose;
191:02,003[A  ]| When Heaven and man possessed one state of mind,
191:02,004[A  ]| And the pure globe, like$4$ its creator, shined:
191:02,005[A  ]| When free from sin the noble mortal strove
191:02,006[A  ]| To$9$ rival God in$4$ his return of love.
191:02,007[A  ]| When damning pride, that$6#2$ architect of Hell,
191:02,008[A  ]| Made not, as yet, his tempted soul rebel.
191:02,009[A  ]| When plunging avarice no$2$ birth had found,
191:02,010[A  ]| Nor tore the precious entrails of the ground;
191:02,011[A  ]| Then then the new inhabitant was blessed,
191:02,012[A  ]| Ease watched his heart, and peace secured his breast;
191:02,013[A  ]| No$2$ earthy thought tainted his generous mind,
191:02,014[A  ]| That$6#2$ world the Almighty gave him, he declined;
191:02,015[A  ]| His God-like image made him upwards move;
191:02,016[A  ]| He lived below while his soul dwelt above.
191:02,017[A  ]| Riches were things too weak to$9$ enslave his sense,
191:02,018[A  ]| The dazzling diamond wanted influence.
191:02,019[A  ]| Pearls, like$4$ the common gravel, he condemned,
191:02,020[A  ]| And what we count a God, he thought no$2$ friend.
191:02,021[A  ]| With heat of love he flamed upon$4$ his mate,
191:02,022[A  ]| And on$4$ the green swathe without dowry sat:
191:02,023[A  ]| Circling her snowy neck, he sought her heart;
191:02,024[A  ]| A fiery lover, free from fraud, or art.
191:02,025[A  ]| The object of his restless thoughts, was bliss,
191:02,026[A  ]| And that$6#2$ he found in$4$ one embrace, one kiss:
191:02,027[A  ]| One clasp, one hug, one eager glance was more,
191:02,028[A  ]| Than worlds of pearl, or heaps of golden ore.
191:02,029[A  ]| He praised his prized affection next his God,
191:02,030[A  ]| And thought his wife the second chiefest good;
191:02,031[A  ]| The Heaven-born dame brought to$4$ his longing arms
191:02,032[A  ]| Her soul, her beauty, and resistless charms.
191:02,033[A  ]| Her breast an equal active fire did move,
191:02,034[A  ]| She lost the thoughts of empire in$4$ his love.
191:02,035[A  ]| The splendid style of empress she despised,
191:02,036[A  ]| The world a cipher to$4$ the man she prized:
191:02,037[A  ]| Her crowding wishes him alone pursued,
191:02,038[A  ]| No$2$ separate greatness could her love delude:
191:02,039[A  ]| Her intellectuals pure, knew how to$9$ scan
191:02,040[A  ]| That$6#2$ great and independent monarch, man;
191:02,041[A  ]| That$6#2$ little, but more weighty world refined,
191:02,042[A  ]| More apt, and suited to$4$ her heavenly mind.
191:02,043[A  ]| She understood, that$3$ all the good we name,
191:02,044[A  ]| Was nicely wrapped and folded up$5$ in$4$ him.
191:02,045[A  ]| Oh Fate! from whence proceeds the hidden cause,
191:02,046[A  ]| That$3$ we at love, that$6#2$ glorious passion, pause!
191:02,047[A  ]| Was it with Adam's innocence betrayed,
191:02,048[A  ]| Or, by$4$ his lapse, a malefactor made?
191:02,049[A  ]| Or have our own acquired excesses been
191:02,050[A  ]| So$5#1$ daring, to$9$ determine it a sin?
191:02,051[A  ]| What should at once proclaim us blessed and great,
191:02,052[A  ]| We fly, and court the landmark of our fate.
191:02,053[A  ]| Like$4$ murmuring full-mouthed Israelites we stand,
191:02,054[A  ]| And run on$4$ rocks, to$9$ shun the Holy Land.
191:02,055[A  ]| From hence the baffled world has been inversed,
191:02,056[A  ]| Princes involved in$4$ war, and people cursed;
191:02,057[A  ]| Friends to$4$ their confidants estranged, and those
191:02,058[A  ]| Whom fathers got, to$4$ tender fathers foes.
191:02,059[A  ]| Hence lands united to$4$ themselves, divide,
191:02,060[A  ]| And cease their strict alliance, though allied.
191:02,061[A  ]| Hence hot debates grow in$4$ domestic powers,
191:02,062[A  ]| The man is unkind, the cheated woman lowers.
191:02,063[A  ]| Man, like$4$ the sordid earth, from which$6#1$ he sprung,
191:02,064[A  ]| Corrupts his soul by$4$ a base heap of dung:
191:02,065[A  ]| Forgetting the celestial form he bore,
191:02,066[A  ]| He values not the woman, but her store:
191:02,067[A  ]| Extends his treacherous pledge to$4$ golden charms,
191:02,068[A  ]| And joins his hands to$4$ none but spangled arms.
191:02,069[A  ]| He weds her jewels, and her amber-chains
191:02,070[A  ]| But her rich self (that$6#1$ merits all) disdains:
191:02,071[A  ]| Her face he praises, but he courts her ears,
191:02,072[A  ]| Catching the glittering pendants that$6#1$ she wears:
191:02,073[A  ]| Each eye no$2$ longer he esteems a star,
191:02,074[A  ]| Than flaming rubies hung upon$4$ her hair:
191:02,075[A  ]| And judging love, without her gold, a curse,
191:02,076[A  ]| He scorns her virtue, and adores her purse.
191:02,077[A  ]| The woman too no$2$ less debased than he,
191:02,078[A  ]| Gives not herself, but for$4$ gratuity;
191:02,079[A  ]| Soothes like$4$ a merchant, with inveigling art,
191:02,080[A  ]| Demands her jointure, and keeps back her heart.
191:02,081[A  ]| On$4$ terms and articles, with pride proceeds,
191:02,082[A  ]| And seals her cold affections to$4$ her deeds:
191:02,083[A  ]| Stands off and treats like$4$ an imperious state,
191:02,084[A  ]| And baulks her happiness, to$9$ be made great:
191:02,085[A  ]| Proclaims her fortune of a goodly size,
191:02,086[A  ]| And he that$6#1$ offers most, obtains the prize.
191:02,087[A  ]| Both sexes now deprave their noble kind,
191:02,088[A  ]| While sordid avarice corrupts the mind.
191:02,089[A  ]| Never consult poor virtue when they choose.
191:02,090[A  ]| But for$4$ a painted cloud, the goddess lose.
191:02,091[A  ]| Divine content they count a finer cheat,
191:02,092[A  ]| A dish for$4$ ornament, but no$2$ true meat:
191:02,093[A  ]| A mere romance, an idle dream of those,
191:02,094[A  ]| Who$6#1$ wanting wealth, think to$9$ disguise their woes.
191:02,095[A  ]| A Mountebank, that$6#1$ only boasts of cures;
191:02,096[A  ]| But can not work the effects his cant assures.
191:02,097[A  ]| The vain deluded atheist thus denies
191:02,098[A  ]| A supreme essence, hid from human eyes:
191:02,099[A  ]| Because his sense can not apprehend a god,
191:02,100[A  ]| Religion is Scottish and her zealots mad.
191:02,101[A  ]| But look, a married and a happy pair,
191:02,102[A  ]| Are now like$4$ revelations, strange and rare:
191:02,103[A  ]| But if we reason from the ages gone,
191:02,104[A  ]| There scarcely was a happy match, but one.
191:02,105[A  ]| We mind not now the merits of our kind,
191:02,106[A  ]| Curious in$4$ gold, but to$4$ the persons blind.
191:02,107[A  ]| The man never minds his love, for$4$ money still
191:02,108[A  ]| Is the base thirsted object of his will$0$.
191:02,109[A  ]| Upon$4$ condition of a promised store,
191:02,110[A  ]| He will$1$ hug a thing that$6#1$ crawls upon$4$ all four.
191:02,111[A  ]| Bring him an old rich corpse with grim death's head,
191:02,112[A  ]| He will$1$ swear she is young, and her complexion red.
191:02,113[A  ]| Or if you could bring one without a face,
191:02,114[A  ]| He will$1$ praise her conquering eyes, and charming grace.
191:02,115[A  ]| The woman too, by$4$ such affections led,
191:02,116[A  ]| Condemns the living, to$9$ embrace the dead. 
191:02,117[A  ]| And rather than not covet, basely bold,
191:02,118[A  ]| Would wed a coffin, were the hinges gold.
191:02,119[A  ]| Nature's apostate, active youth she scorns,
191:02,120[A  ]| Will$1$ long for$4$ oxen, if you gild their horns.
191:02,121[A  ]| Say he is deformed, has neither eyes nor nose,
191:02,122[A  ]| Nay, nothing to$9$ bespeak him man, but clothes,
191:02,123[A  ]| Straight she replies he is rich, so$3$ passes down;
191:02,124[A  ]| There is nothing ugly, but a poor baboon.
191:02,125[A  ]| Thus might she clasp a loathsome toad in$4$ bed,
191:02,126[A  ]| Because he bears a pearl within his head.
191:02,127[A  ]| And gilded pills, though bitter, may delight
191:02,128[A  ]| The lickerish lust of wavering appetite.
191:02,129[A  ]| But still though wealth their griping senses feasts,
191:02,130[A  ]| At most, they are but concatenated beasts.
191:02,131[A  ]| For$3$ as they scorn all consonance of soul,
191:02,132[A  ]| A mutual hatred must their peace control.
191:02,133[A  ]| And this stands fixed, what with my love will$1$ not suit,
191:02,134[A  ]| Appears deformed, and straight commences bruit.
191:02,135[A  ]| To$4$ various climes of tempers each are thrown,
191:02,136[A  ]| The frigid coupled to$4$ the torrid zone;
191:02,137[A  ]| Like$4$ curs of different nature, in$4$ a chain,
191:02,138[A  ]| They are linked in$4$ fear, and wear their bonds in$4$ pain.
191:02,139[A  ]| Perhaps a cold respect they both may show,
191:02,140[A  ]| As impious men to$4$ a kind demon do.
191:02,141[A  ]| Who$6#1$ when some skulking wealth he does unfold,
191:02,142[A  ]| Honour and dread him for$4$ their new-found gold.
191:02,143[A  ]| But view, unrobe the bosom of disguise,
191:02,144[A  ]| Observe the strange aversion of their eyes:
191:02,145[A  ]| With palpitations of regret they twine,
191:02,146[A  ]| Like$4$ oil and water their false loves combine.
191:02,147[A  ]| With feigned embrace they seem love's joys to$9$ crave,
191:02,148[A  ]| But with their bed, converted to$4$ a grave:
191:02,149[A  ]| And whilst their backward hearts like$4$ loadstones meet,
191:02,150[A  ]| They wish their linen were their winding-sheet.
191:02,151[A  ]| He, like$4$ the bear of love, her body clips,
191:02,152[A  ]| Instead of pressing, bites her glowing lips.
191:02,153[A  ]| She, like$4$ a wounded otter, flings and rails,
191:02,154[A  ]| Fires with her tongue, and combats with her nails.
191:02,155[A  ]| Hell and confusion seize the place around,
191:02,156[A  ]| Nothing but mutual frenzy is to$9$ be found.
191:02,157[A  ]| They both launch out into a sea of strife,
191:02,158[A  ]| A clamorous husband, and a brawling wife.
191:02,159[A  ]| The whole armada of their thoughts combine,
191:02,160[A  ]| On$4$ each side summoned, they in$4$ consort join.
191:02,161[A  ]| He arms Revenge, she meets him with Disdain,
191:02,162[A  ]| And to$4$ it they rush, like$4$ storms upon$4$ the Main.
191:02,163[A  ]| She to$4$ her shrill loud clamours, takes recourse,
191:02,164[A  ]| Stamps, and invokes the clergy for$4$ divorce;
191:02,165[A  ]| Detests the light by$4$ which$6#1$ his face she saw,
191:02,166[A  ]| Curses the bands, and execrates the law.
191:02,167[A  ]| Directs to$4$ Heaven her folded hands with prayers,
191:02,168[A  ]| And pouring down a flood of briny tears;
191:02,169[A  ]| Hopes that$3$ kind justice would her grief behold,
191:02,170[A  ]| Pity an injured lover, though a scold:
191:02,171[A  ]| That$3$ Death would snatch him from the loathsome bed,
191:02,172[A  ]| And Heaven restore the will$0$ which$6#1$ she betrayed,
191:02,173[A  ]| He with distraction and with rage grows blind,
191:02,174[A  ]| Curses the sex, and damns all womankind:
191:02,175[A  ]| Accuses Heaven that$6#1$ such a monster made,
191:02,176[A  ]| A fury in$4$ deceitful masquerade.
191:02,177[A  ]| A gaudy phantom, that$6#1$ deludes the sight,
191:02,178[A  ]| A devil with the coverture of light;
191:02,179[A  ]| Blasphemes, and by$4$ his passion cast so$5#1$ far,
191:02,180[A  ]| Destroys himself by$4$ persecuting her:
191:02,181[A  ]| Abjures his faith sworn to$4$ a legal bed,
191:02,182[A  ]| Hates her, and lays another by$4$ his side;
191:02,183[A  ]| Profusely lavishes, her right, each kiss,
191:02,184[A  ]| And wracks her with the sight of wrongful bliss.
191:02,185[A  ]| She grows provoked upon$4$ the dismal change,
191:02,186[A  ]| And turns dishonest, to$9$ retort revenge:
191:02,187[A  ]| The breach of chastity she makes her play,
191:02,188[A  ]| Plagues him all night, and cuckolds him all day.
191:02,189[A  ]| This must be then the issue, where our love,
191:02,190[A  ]| Does not together with our nuptials move.
191:02,191[A  ]| Possessions can not for$4$ fickle joy provide.
191:02,192[A  ]| When love the end of living, is destroyed.
191:02,193[A  ]| Alas! we are all mistaken in$4$ the kind,
191:02,194[A  ]| A happy man is measured by$4$ the mind.
191:02,195[A  ]| Suppose him born to$4$ all the pomp of life;
191:02,196[A  ]| Admit he is matched to$4$ beauty in$4$ a wife,
191:02,197[A  ]| These are but pageants, which$6#1$ a while may please,
191:02,198[A  ]| They may divert him, but procure no$2$ ease.
191:02,199[A  ]| That$3$ grandeur is no$2$ compound of our bliss,
191:02,200[A  ]| The rugged bosoms of the great confess.
191:02,210[A  ]| The gilded monarch's sable stands within,
191:02,202[A  ]| His glory to$4$ his troubles, but a shrine:
191:02,203[A  ]| His cares, his jealousies, nocturnal frights,
191:02,204[A  ]| Embitter all his joys and false delights.
191:02,205[A  ]| His toiling head with grief a crown must bear,
191:02,206[A  ]| Whilst he still starts and gasps, to$9$ hold it there.
191:02,207[A  ]| And thus all princes to$4$ this Hell we trace,
191:02,208[A  ]| They reign without, and are but kings by$4$ place.
191:02,209[A  ]| But lest ambitious maids in$4$ scorn relate,
191:02,210[A  ]| This is the utmost tyranny of fate;
191:02,211[A  ]| That$3$ such seditious disagreeing pairs,
191:02,212[A  ]| Are scarcely known in$4$ centuries of years,
191:02,213[A  ]| We will$1$ grant (which$6#1$ yet no$2$ less misfortune breeds)
191:02,214[A  ]| The woman loves the golden man she weds.
191:02,215[A  ]| We will$1$ think she brings with her estate a mind,
191:02,216[A  ]| Pure as her sterling, from its dross refined.
191:02,217[A  ]| Yet this is so$5#1$ unlikely to$9$ succeed,
191:02,218[A  ]| It murders what it first designed to$9$ feed.
191:02,219[A  ]| He straight concludes her passion a pretence,
191:02,220[A  ]| Condemns her soul, and lays the crime on$4$ sense.
191:02,221[A  ]| Argues, she only chose to$9$ be his bride,
191:02,222[A  ]| To$9$ serve and gratify her costly pride.
191:02,223[A  ]| But still we will$1$ give this topic larger law,
191:02,224[A  ]| We will$1$ say an equal passion both does draw.
191:02,225[A  ]| We will$1$ suppose them both inclined to$9$ love.
191:02,226[A  ]| We will$1$ call her Venus, and we will$1$ style him Jove;
191:02,227[A  ]| Yet through the tides of business in$4$ his head,
191:02,228[A  ]| He must neglect, and at length slight her bed.
191:02,229[A  ]| His peeping passion, like$4$ a feeble sun,
191:02,230[A  ]| Mingled with showers of rain, will$1$ soon be gone.
191:02,231[A  ]| And if perhaps there is left some poor remains,
191:02,232[A  ]| Like$4$ northern gold, it is in$4$ penurious veins,
191:02,233[A  ]| Diffused and scattered over the barren land,
191:02,234[A  ]| Amidst vast heaps of lead and worthless sand.
191:02,235[A  ]| This must be then a sad reward of love,
191:02,236[A  ]| When he thus senseless of her choice does prove.
191:02,237[A  ]| Her amorous courage never can long be bold,
191:02,238[A  ]| That$6#1$ finds herself out-rivalled by$4$ her gold.
191:02,239[A  ]| Both their affections to$4$ the deep are sent,
191:02,240[A  ]| He sinks through weight, and she through discontent.
191:02,241[A  ]| Their riches then show their defect of power,
191:02,242[A  ]| That$6#1$ can not create what want does oft procure.
191:02,243[A  ]| In$4$ thought of wealth, he can not entomb his smart,
191:02,244[A  ]| When sullen love preys on$4$ his stubborn heart.
191:02,245[A  ]| If crowded chests and glutted coffers can
191:02,246[A  ]| Restore contentment to$4$ the anxious man;
191:02,247[A  ]| Possessed of those, if he from pain is free,
191:02,248[A  ]| A troubled, may be called a quiet sea:
191:02,249[A  ]| Because there is pearl and amber on$4$ the shores,
191:02,250[A  ]| And thus it is strangely silenced when it roars.
191:02,251[A  ]| But it were, methinks, an easy task to$9$ prove
191:02,252[A  ]| There is no$2$ such curse, as mercenary love;
191:02,253[A  ]| True fire the hearts of the wealthy seldom breed,
191:02,254[A  ]| They may through care, but not affection bleed.
191:02,255[A  ]| Their tenures, lands, their rents, and quarter-days,
191:02,256[A  ]| In$4$ their distracted heads strong factions raise.
191:02,257[A  ]| And whensoever poor simpering Love peeps in$5$,
191:02,258[A  ]| He is by$4$ that$6#2$ boisterous crowd beat out again:
191:02,259[A  ]| Croesus is still perplexed to$9$ guard his store;
191:02,260[A  ]| Fears it will$1$ be less, labours to$9$ make it more.
191:02,261[A  ]| Thus what he hoards by$4$ the excess of gain,
191:02,262[A  ]| Starves his lean joy, but feeds his pampered pain.
191:02,263[A  ]| When Love with kind caresses he should please,
191:02,264[A  ]| He forms indentures, draws a cautious lease;
191:02,265[A  ]| On$4$ nasty acres all his speeches run,
191:02,266[A  ]| His heart is a tumult, like$4$ a market-town,
191:02,267[A  ]| And when in$4$ bed he should embrace his spouse,
191:02,268[A  ]| Like$4$ a dull ox, he is still amongst the cows;
191:02,269[A  ]| Chews all the night upon$4$ the next fair day,
191:02,270[A  ]| How much this horse, how much that$6#2$ load of hay.
191:02,271[A  ]| No$2$ thought but that$6#2$ of cattle, yokes his heart,
191:02,272[A  ]| His soul is the driver, and himself the cart.
191:02,273[A  ]| Nothing but buzz and noise, his fancy seize,
191:02,274[A  ]| His head is the hive, his busy thoughts the bees.
191:02,275[A  ]| In$4$ vain the wife does for$4$ the husband mourn,
191:02,276[A  ]| Whilst she is the burden, and her love the drone.
191:02,277[A  ]| Love, like$4$ a cautious fearful bird, never builds,
191:02,278[A  ]| But where the place silence and calmness yields:
191:02,279[A  ]| He slyly flies to$4$ copses, where he finds
191:02,280[A  ]| The snugging woods secure from blasts and winds.
191:02,281[A  ]| Shuns the huge boughs of a more stately form,
191:02,282[A  ]| And laughs at trees tore up$5$ with every storm.
191:02,283[A  ]| The pleasant nightingale can never be won,
191:02,284[A  ]| To$9$ quit a temperate shade, to$9$ scorch in$4$ the sun;
191:02,285[A  ]| In$4$ some low grove, he sings his charming note,
191:02,286[A  ]| And on$4$ a thorn tunes the sweet warbling throat.
191:02,287[A  ]| We will$1$ take a rustic couple for$4$ our scenes,
191:02,288[A  ]| Who$6#1$ love, and know not what ambition means:
191:02,289[A  ]| Who$6#1$ such an even competence possess,
191:02,290[A  ]| What may support, but not disturb their bliss.
191:02,291[A  ]| See how unmoved they at all changes stand,
191:02,292[A  ]| Shipwrecks at sea, and earthquakes on$4$ the land:
191:02,293[A  ]| The fraud of courts, the knavish toil of clowns,
191:02,294[A  ]| A monarch's favour, or his pointed frowns,
191:02,295[A  ]| Concern them not; they but themselves abuse,
191:02,296[A  ]| In$4$ valuing that$6#2$ they never intend to$9$ use.
191:02,297[A  ]| Each to$4$ the other proves a solid bliss,
191:02,298[A  ]| Rich in$4$ themselves no$2$ want of happiness.
191:02,299[A  ]| Like$4$ Egypt, in$4$ whose land all plenty grows,
191:02,300[A  ]| Each other's bottom is their best repose.
191:02,301[A  ]| When clamorous storms, and pitchy tempests rise,
191:02,302[A  ]| Cheek clings to$4$ cheek, and swimming eyes to$4$ eyes:
191:02,303[A  ]| When jarring winds and dreadful thunders roar,
191:02,304[A  ]| It serves to$9$ make them press, and love the more.
191:02,305[A  ]| Immortal beings thus themselves cajole,
191:02,306[A  ]| Spurn stinking sense, and feed upon$4$ the soul.
191:02,307[A  ]| Here let us leave them bathing in$4$ pure joy,
191:02,308[A  ]| Whom envious man, nor fate can ever destroy.
191:02,309[A  ]| Here let them live to$9$ share all wealth and power,
191:02,310[A  ]| As greatness can not love less, they can not love more.
191:02,311[A  ]| To$4$ the divinest state of things they drive,
191:02,312[A  ]| Like$4$ pilgrim-angels, on$4$ the earth they live,
191:02,313[A  ]| Kind Nature gave them, Fortune bore no$2$ part,
191:02,314[A  ]| Love joined their souls, and Heaven sealed each heart.
191:03,000@@@@@| 
191:03,000['  ]| <A PASTORAL DIALOGUE BETWEEN THIRSIS AND STREPHON>
191:03,001[A  ]| <Thirsis.> Strephon, O Strephon, once the jolliest lad,
191:03,002[A  ]| That$6#1$ with shrill pipe did ever mountain glad;
191:03,003[A  ]| Whilom the foremost at our rural plays,
191:03,004[A  ]| The pride and envy of our holidays:
191:03,005[A  ]| Why dost thou now sit musing all alone,
191:03,006[A  ]| Teaching the turtles, yet a sadder moan?
191:03,007[A  ]| Swelled with thy tears, why does the neighbouring brook
191:03,008[A  ]| Bear to$4$ the ocean, what she never took?
191:03,009[A  ]| Thy flocks are fair and fruitful, and no$2$ swain,
191:03,010[A  ]| Than thee, more welcome to$4$ the hill or plain.
191:03,011[B  ]| <Strep.> I could invite the wolf, my cruel guest,
191:03,012[B  ]| And play unmoved, while he on$4$ all should feast:
191:03,013[B  ]| I could endure that$3$ every swain out-run,
191:03,014[B  ]| Out-threw, out-wrestled, and each nymph should shun
191:03,015[B  ]| The hapless Strephon. ~~ 
191:03,016[A  ]| <Thir.> Tell me then thy grief,
191:03,017[A  ]| And give it, in$4$ complaints, some short relief.
191:03,018[B  ]| <Strep.> Had killing mildews nipped my rising corn,
191:03,019[B  ]| My lambs been all found dead, as soon as born;
191:03,020[B  ]| Or raging plagues run swift through every hive,
191:03,021[B  ]| And left not one industrious bee alive;
191:03,022[B  ]| Had early winds, with an hoarse winter's sound
191:03,023[B  ]| Scattered my ripening fruit upon$4$ the ground:
191:03,024[B  ]| Unmoved, untouched, I could the loss sustain,
191:03,025[B  ]| And a few days expired, no$2$ more complain.
191:03,026[A  ]| <Thir.> Before the sun drank of the cold morning-dew,
191:03,027[A  ]| I have known thee early the tusked boar pursue:
191:03,028[A  ]| Then in$4$ the evening drive the bear away,
191:03,029[A  ]| And rescue from his jaws the trembling prey.
191:03,030[A  ]| But now thy flocks creep feebly through the fields,
191:03,031[A  ]| No$2$ purple grapes, thy half dressed vineyards yields:
191:03,032[A  ]| No$2$ primrose nor no$2$ violets grace thy beds,
191:03,033[A  ]| But thorns and thistles lift their prickly heads.
191:03,034[A  ]| What means this change?
191:03,035[B  ]| <Strep.> Inquire no$2$ more;
191:03,036[B  ]| When none can heal, it is pain to$9$ search the sore;
191:03,037[B  ]| Bright Galatea, in$4$ whose mateless face
191:03,038[B  ]| Sat rural innocence, with heavenly grace;
191:03,039[B  ]| In$4$ whose no$2$ less inimitable mind,
191:03,040[B  ]| With equal light, even distant virtues shined;
191:03,041[B  ]| Chaste without pride, and charming without art,
191:03,042[B  ]| Honour the tyrant of her tender heart:
191:03,043[B  ]| Fair goddess of these fields, who$6#1$ for$4$ our sports,
191:03,044[B  ]| Though she might well become, neglected courts.
191:03,045[B  ]| Beloved of all, and loving me alone,
191:03,046[B  ]| Is from my sight, I fear, forever gone.
191:03,047[A  ]| <Thir.> Thy case indeed is pitiful, but yet
191:03,048[A  ]| Thou on$4$ thy loss too great a price dost set.
191:03,049[A  ]| Women like$4$ days are Strephon, some be far
191:03,050[A  ]| More bright and glorious than others are:
191:03,051[A  ]| Yet none so$5#1$ gay, so$5#1$ temperate, so$5#1$ clear,
191:03,052[A  ]| But that$3$ the like$0$ adorn the rolling year.
191:03,053[A  ]| Pleasures imparted, to$4$ a friend increase,
191:03,054[A  ]| Perhaps divided sorrow may grow less.
191:03,055[B  ]| <Strep.> Others as fair, to$4$ other eyes may seem,
191:03,056[B  ]| But she has all my love and my esteem:
191:03,057[B  ]| Her bright idea wanders in$4$ my thought,
191:03,058[B  ]| At once my poison, and my antidote.
191:03,059[A  ]| <Thir.> Our hearts are paper, beauty is the pen,
191:03,060[A  ]| Which$6#1$ writes our loves, and blots them out again.
191:03,061[A  ]| Phillis is whiter than the rising swan,
191:03,062[A  ]| Her slender waist confined within a span:
191:03,063[A  ]| Charming as Nature's face in$4$ the new spring,
191:03,064[A  ]| When early birds on$4$ the green branches sing.
191:03,065[A  ]| When rising herbs and buds begin to$9$ hide,
191:03,066[A  ]| Their naked mother, with their short-lived pride,
191:03,067[A  ]| Chloe is ripe, and as the autumn fair,
191:03,068[A  ]| When on$4$ the elm the purple grapes appear.
191:03,069[A  ]| When trees, hedgerows, and every bending bush,
191:03,070[A  ]| With ripening fruit, or tasteful berries blush,
191:03,071[A  ]| Lydia is in$4$ the summer of her days,
191:03,072[A  ]| What wood can shade us from her piercing rays?
191:03,073[A  ]| Her even teeth, whiter than new yeaned lambs,
191:03,074[A  ]| When they with tender cries pursue their dams.
191:03,075[A  ]| Her eyes as charming as the evening-sun,
191:03,076[A  ]| To$4$ the scorched labourer when work is done,
191:03,077[A  ]| Whom the glad pipe, to$4$ rural sports invites,
191:03,078[A  ]| And pays his toil with innocent delights.
191:03,079[A  ]| On$4$ some of these fond swain fix thy desire,
191:03,080[A  ]| And burn not with imaginary fire.
191:03,081[B  ]| <Strep.> The stag shall sooner with the eagle soar,
191:03,082[B  ]| Seas leave their fishes naked on$4$ the shore;
191:03,083[B  ]| The wolf shall sooner by$4$ the lambkin die,
191:03,084[B  ]| And from the kid the hungry lion fly,
191:03,085[B  ]| Than I abandon Galatea's love,
191:03,086[B  ]| Or her dear image from my thoughts remove.
191:03,087[A  ]| <Thir.> Damon this evening carries home his bride,
191:03,088[A  ]| In$4$ all the harmless pomp of rural pride:
191:03,089[A  ]| Where, for$4$ two spotted lambkins, newly yeaned,
191:03,090[A  ]| With nimble feet and voice, the nymphs contend:
191:03,091[A  ]| And for$4$ a coat, thy Galatea spun,
191:03,092[A  ]| The shepherds wrestle, throw the bar, and run.
191:03,093[B  ]| <Strep.> At that$6#2$ dear name I feel my heart rebound,
191:03,094[B  ]| Like$4$ the old steed, at the fierce trumpet's sound:
191:03,095[B  ]| I grow impatient of the least delay,
191:03,096[B  ]| No$2$ dastard swain shall bear the prize away.
191:03,097[A  ]| <Thir.> Let us make haste, already they are met;
191:03,098[A  ]| The echoing hills their joyful shouts repeat.
191:04,000@@@@@| 
191:04,000['  ]| <PROLOGUE >
191:04,001[A  ]| Since glorious Dryden has withdrawn his light,
191:04,002[A  ]| Some glimmering stars relieve our gloomy night;
191:04,003[A  ]| Poets of different magnitudes advance,
191:04,004[A  ]| In$4$ humble confidence of song and dance;
191:04,005[A  ]| Ballon and tumblers please, though poets fail;
191:04,006[A  ]| At a strong back she-critics never rail.
191:04,007[A  ]| When a good place is void, we all pretend,
191:04,008[A  ]| Some on$4$ their merit, some their purse depend:
191:04,009[A  ]| Our friend can boast of neither, yet his play
191:04,010[A  ]| He hopes at least may live out his third day;
191:04,011[A  ]| Adorn him with one sprig, like$4$ Christmas-brawn,
191:04,012[A  ]| His farther plea to$4$ bays shall be withdrawn.
191:04,013[A  ]| In$4$ courts of law, under delays we groan,
191:04,014[A  ]| But here our poets are too soon undone;
191:04,015[A  ]| Plays are half seen, half heard, less understood,
191:04,016[A  ]| When the dead warrant issues from the crowd;
191:04,017[A  ]| Some are so$5#1$ void of wit they will$1$ relish none:
191:04,018[A  ]| Others again like$1$ nothing but their own;
191:04,019[A  ]| Though outwardly they seem to$9$ carry it fair,
191:04,020[A  ]| The wits are always in$4$ a state of war.
191:04,021[A  ]| This play is so$5#1$ chaste, so$5#1$ void of pagan wit,
191:04,022[A  ]| It might have been by$4$ a reformer writ;
191:04,023[A  ]| Fops, beaux and parsons, shall this night be safe,
191:04,024[A  ]| We bring the other sex to$9$ make you laugh.
191:05,000['  ]| <PROLOGUE TO EPSOM WELLS>
191:05,001[B  ]| Poets and thieves can scarce be rooted out,
191:05,002[B  ]| Escape never so$5#1$ hardly, they will$1$ have the other bout;
191:05,003[B  ]| Burned in$4$ the hand the thieves fall to$4$ it again,
191:05,004[B  ]| And poets hissed, cry they did so$5#2$ to$4$ Ben ~~ 
191:05,005[B  ]| Like$4$ boys, who$6#1$ have at school too oft been stripped,
191:05,006[B  ]| They have no$2$ feeling in$4$ the part that$6#1$ is whipped.
191:05,007[B  ]| They are for$4$ your pity, not your anger, fit,
191:05,008[B  ]| They are even such fools, they would be thought to$9$ have wit.
191:05,009[B  ]| Elsewhere you all can flatter, why not here;
191:05,010[B  ]| You will$1$ say you pay, and so$3$ can be severe:
191:05,011[B  ]| Judge for$4$ yourselves then gallants as you pay,
191:05,012[B  ]| And lead not each of you his bench astray:
191:05,013[B  ]| Let easy cits be pleased with all they hear,
191:05,014[B  ]| Go home and to$4$ their neighbours praise our ware.
191:05,015[B  ]| They with good stomachs come, and fain would eat
191:05,016[B  ]| You nothing like$1$, and make them loathe their meat;
191:05,017[B  ]| Though some men are with wine, wit, beauty cloyed;
191:05,018[B  ]| The creatures are by$4$ others still enjoyed.
191:05,019[B  ]| It is not fair play, that$3$ one for$4$ his half crown
191:05,020[B  ]| Should judge, and rail, and damn for$4$ half the town.
191:05,021[B  ]| But do your worst; if once the pit grows thin,
191:05,022[B  ]| Your dear loved masks will$1$ hardly venture in$5$.
191:05,023[B  ]| Then we are revenged on$4$ you, who$6#1$ needs must come
191:05,024[B  ]| Hither, to$9$ shun your own dull selves at home:
191:05,025[B  ]| But you kind burgers who$6#1$ had never yet,
191:05,026[B  ]| Either your heads or bellies full of wit:
191:05,027[B  ]| Our poet hopes to$9$ please; but not too well;
191:05,028[B  ]| Nor would he have the angry critics swell.
191:05,029[B  ]| A moderate fate best fits his humble mind,
191:05,030[B  ]| Be neither they too sharp, nor you too kind.
191:06,000['  ]| <PROLOGUE TO THE STROLLERS>
191:06,001[C  ]| Beauty and wit so$5#1$ barely you requite
191:06,002[C  ]| That$3$ had not Nature joined a dear delight,
191:06,003[C  ]| No$2$ maid would ever yield, or poet write.
191:06,004[C  ]| Yet sometimes beauty's lottery sounds a prize,
191:06,005[C  ]| And in$4$ alcove the happy harlot lies,
191:06,006[C  ]| While but one wit can to$4$ a laureate rise;
191:06,007[C  ]| And then a butt of sack, and a small pension,
191:06,008[C  ]| Is the full sum of his whole life's pretension.
191:06,009[C  ]| If not stark mad, they will$1$ leave us in$4$ the lurch,
191:06,010[C  ]| We have but one poor living in$4$ our church.
191:06,011[C  ]| Hither you come resolving not to$9$ like$1$,
191:06,012[C  ]| And bold-blind cocks at every feather strike:
191:06,013[C  ]| The language one, another damns the plot,
191:06,014[C  ]| And briskly hits the poet, before he blot.
191:06,015[C  ]| And pray be civil my young empty beaux,
191:06,016[C  ]| Mere show yourselves, and only judge of shows!
191:06,017[C  ]| Unbend your critic brows, for$3$ a young wench
191:06,018[C  ]| As soon may like$1$ a judge upon$4$ the bench,
191:06,019[C  ]| As one of your censorious grimaces,
191:06,020[C  ]| Let wit alone and trust to$4$ your sweet faces.
191:06,021[C  ]| No$2$ man or woman here expects that$3$ you
191:06,022[C  ]| Should judge or write, beyond a billet doux;
191:06,023[C  ]| But if you can, pass by$4$ each small offence,
191:06,024[C  ]| And strain your wits to$9$ find one excellence,
191:06,025[C  ]| It is much the truest, and best sign of sense.
191:07,000['  ]| <PROLOGUE TO THE WARY WIDDOW OR SIR NOISY PARRAT>
191:07,001[D  ]| Envy and faction rule this grumbling age,
191:07,002[D  ]| The state they can not, but they shake the stage,
191:07,003[D  ]| This barren trade some would engross, still hoping
191:07,004[D  ]| From our poor port to$9$ banish interloping:
191:07,005[D  ]| And like$4$ the plodding lawyers take great care
191:07,006[D  ]| To$9$ elbow blooming merit, from the bar:
191:07,007[D  ]| In$4$ every age there were a sort of men,
191:07,008[D  ]| As you do now, damned all was written then.
191:07,009[D  ]| Thousands before them less provoked their pride
191:07,010[D  ]| Than one poor rival straining by$4$ their side,
191:07,011[D  ]| Such vermin critics we expect to$9$ find,
191:07,012[D  ]| For$3$ Nature knows not how to$9$ loose a kind,
191:07,013[D  ]| The stinking poll cat, nor the mole that$6#1$ is blind.
191:07,014[D  ]| But against old as well as new to$9$ rage,
191:07,015[D  ]| Is the peculiar frenzy of this age.
191:07,016[D  ]| Shakespeare must down, and you must praise no$2$ more
191:07,017[D  ]| Soft Desdemona, nor the jealous Moor:
191:07,018[D  ]| Shakespeare whose fruitful genius, happy wit
191:07,019[D  ]| Was framed and finished at a lucky hit,
191:07,020[D  ]| The pride of Nature, and the shame of schools,
191:07,021[D  ]| Born to$9$ create, and not to$9$ learn from rules;
191:07,022[D  ]| Must please no$2$ more, his bastards now deride
191:07,023[D  ]| Their father's nakedness they ought to$9$ hide,
191:07,024[D  ]| But when on$4$ spurs their Pegasus they force,
191:07,025[D  ]| Their faded Muse is distanced in$4$ the course:
191:07,026[D  ]| All that$6#1$ is now has been before it is true,
191:07,027[D  ]| And yet the art, the fashion may be new:
191:07,028[D  ]| Though old materials the large palace raise,
191:07,029[D  ]| The skilful architect deserves his praise.
191:07,030[D  ]| If nothing please, you are not nice, but sick,
191:07,031[D  ]| It is want of stomach, ever to$9$ dislike.
191:07,032[D  ]| On$4$ our past poets, petty juries sit,
191:07,033[D  ]| The living sink beneath your present spite,
191:07,034[D  ]| As if this were the doomsday of all wit.
191:07,035[D  ]| But beaux and ladies for$4$ yourselves be wise
191:07,036[D  ]| You will$1$ break our lottery if none draw a prize.
191:07,037[D  ]| For$4$ this one night, do as kind lovers use,
191:07,038[D  ]| Tie up$5$ strict judgement and let fancy loose.
192:00,000@@@@@| 
192:00,000['  ]| <Sedley: Selected poems>
192:01,000['  ]| <II  SONG>
192:01,001[A  ]| Phillis, let us shun the common fate,
192:01,002[A  ]| And let our love never turn to$4$ hate;
192:01,003[A  ]| I will$1$ dote no$2$ longer than I can,
192:01,004[A  ]| Without being called a faithless man.
192:01,005[A  ]| When we begin to$9$ want discourse,
192:01,006[A  ]| And kindness seems to$9$ taste of force,
192:01,007[A  ]| As freely as we met, we will$1$ part,
192:01,008[A  ]| Each one possessed of their own heart.
192:01,009[A  ]| Thus whilst rash fools themselves undo;
192:01,010[A  ]| We will$1$ game, and give off savers too;
192:01,011[A  ]| So$5#1$ equally the match we will$1$ make,
192:01,012[A  ]| Both shall be glad to$9$ draw the stake:
192:01,013[A  ]| A smile of thine shall make my bliss,
192:01,014[A  ]| I will$1$ enjoy thee in$4$ a kiss;
192:01,015[A  ]| If from this height our kindness fall,
192:01,016[A  ]| We will$1$ bravely scorn to$9$ love at all:
192:01,017[A  ]| If thy affection first decay,
192:01,018[A  ]| I will$1$ the blame on$4$ nature lay.
192:01,019[A  ]| Alas, what cordial can remove
192:01,020[A  ]| The hasty fate of dying love?
192:01,021[A  ]| Thus we will$1$ all the world excel
192:01,022[A  ]| In$4$ loving, and in$4$ parting well.
192:02,000['  ]| <III  SONG>
192:02,001[A  ]| Not Celia, that$3$ I juster am
192:02,002[A  ]| Or better than the rest,
192:02,003[A  ]| For$3$ I would change each hour like$4$ them,
192:02,004[A  ]| Were not my heart at rest.
192:02,005[A  ]| But I am tied to$4$ very thee,
192:02,006[A  ]| By$4$ every thought I have,
192:02,007[A  ]| Thy face I only care to$9$ see,
192:02,008[A  ]| Thy heart I only crave.
192:02,009[A  ]| All that$6#2$ in$4$ woman is adored,
192:02,010[A  ]| In$4$ thy dear self I find,
192:02,011[A  ]| For$3$ the whole sex can but afford,
192:02,012[A  ]| The handsome and the kind.
192:02,013[A  ]| Why then should I seek farther store,
192:02,014[A  ]| And still make love anew;
192:02,015[A  ]| When change itself can give no$2$ more,
192:02,016[A  ]| It is easy to$9$ be true.
192:03,000['  ]| <IV  >
192:03,001[A  ]| Thirsis no$2$ more against my flame advise,
192:03,002[A  ]| But let me be in$4$ love, and be you wise:
192:03,003[A  ]| Here end, and there begin a new address,
192:03,004[A  ]| Pursue the vulgar easy happiness:
192:03,005[A  ]| Leave me to$4$ Amaranta, who$6#1$ alone
192:03,006[A  ]| Can in$4$ my sullen heart erect her throne:
192:03,007[A  ]| I know, as well as you, it is mean to$9$ burn,
192:03,008[A  ]| For$4$ one who$6#1$ to$4$ our flame makes no$2$ return:
192:03,009[A  ]| But you, like$4$ me, feel not those conquering eyes,
192:03,010[A  ]| Which$6#1$ mock prevention by$4$ a quick surprise:
192:03,011[A  ]| And now like$4$ a hurt deer, in$4$ vain I start
192:03,012[A  ]| From her, that$6#1$ in$4$ my breast has hid the dart.
192:03,013[A  ]| Though I can never reach her excellence,
192:03,014[A  ]| Take somewhat in$4$ my hopeless love's defence.
192:03,015[A  ]| Her beauty is her not esteemed wealth,
192:03,016[A  ]| And graces play about her eyes by$4$ stealth;
192:03,017[A  ]| Virtue in$4$ others, the forced child of art,
192:03,018[A  ]| Is but the native temper of her heart:
192:03,019[A  ]| All charms her sex so$5#1$ often court in$4$ vain,
192:03,020[A  ]| (Like$4$ Indian fruit, which$6#1$ our cold earth disdain)
192:03,021[A  ]| In$4$ her grow wild, as in$4$ their native air,
192:03,022[A  ]| And she has all perfection without care.
192:03,023[A  ]| Of lovers harms she has the tenderest sense,
192:03,024[A  ]| That$3$ can consist with so$5#1$ much innocence.
192:03,025[A  ]| Like$4$ a wise prince, she rules her subjects so$5#2$,
192:03,026[A  ]| That$3$ neither want, nor luxury they know.
192:03,027[A  ]| None vainly hoping what, she may not give,
192:03,028[A  ]| Like$4$ humble slaves at small expense we live:
192:03,029[A  ]| And I the wretched comfort only share,
192:03,030[A  ]| To$9$ be the least whom she will$1$ bid despair.
192:04,000['  ]| <V  TO CLORIS>
192:04,001[A  ]| Cloris, I can not say your eyes
192:04,002[A  ]| Did my unwary heart suprise;
192:04,003[A  ]| Nor will$1$ I swear it was your face,
192:04,004[A  ]| Your shape, or any nameless grace:
192:04,005[A  ]| For$3$ you are so$5#1$ entirely fair,
192:04,006[A  ]| To$9$ love a part, injustice were;
192:04,007[A  ]| No$2$ drowning man can know which$6#1$ drop
192:04,008[A  ]| Of water his last breath did stop;
192:04,009[A  ]| So$3$ when the stars in$4$ heaven appear,
192:04,010[A  ]| And join to$9$ make the night look clear;
192:04,011[A  ]| The light we no*one's bounty call,
192:04,012[A  ]| But the obliging gift of all.
192:04,013[A  ]| He that$6#1$ does lips or hands adore,
192:04,014[A  ]| Deserves them only, and no$2$ more;
192:04,015[A  ]| But I love all, and every part,
192:04,016[A  ]| And nothing less can ease my heart.
192:04,017[A  ]| Cupid, that$6#2$ lover, weakly strikes,
192:04,018[A  ]| Who$6#1$ can express what it is he likes.
192:05,000['  ]| <VI  INDIFFERENCE EXCUSED>
192:05,001[A  ]| Love, when it is true, needs not the aid
192:05,002[A  ]| Of sighs nor oaths to$9$ make it known;
192:05,003[A  ]| And, to$9$ convince the cruellest maid,
192:05,004[A  ]| Lovers should use their love alone:
192:05,005[A  ]| Into their very looks it will$1$ steal;
192:05,006[A  ]| And he that$6#1$ most would hide his flame,
192:05,007[A  ]| Does in$4$ that$6#2$ case his pain reveal,
192:05,008[A  ]| Silence itself can love proclaim.
192:05,009[A  ]| This my Aurelia made me shun,
192:05,010[A  ]| The paths that$6#1$ common lovers tread:
192:05,011[A  ]| Whose guilty passions are begun
192:05,012[A  ]| Not in$4$ their heart, but in$4$ their head.
192:05,013[A  ]| I could not sigh, and with crossed arms
192:05,014[A  ]| Accuse your rigour and my fate,
192:05,015[A  ]| Nor tax your beauty with such charms
192:05,016[A  ]| As men adore, and women hate:
192:05,017[A  ]| But careless lived, and without art,
192:05,018[A  ]| Knowing my love you must have spied,
192:05,019[A  ]| And thinking it a foolish part,
192:05,020[A  ]| To$9$ set to$9$ show, what none can hide.
192:06,000['  ]| <VII  ORINDA TO$4$ CLORIS>
192:06,001[B  ]| Cloris, you live adored by$4$ all,
192:06,002[B  ]| And yet on$4$ none your favours fall.
192:06,003[B  ]| A stranger mistress never was known;
192:06,004[B  ]| You pay them all in$4$ paying none.
192:06,005[B  ]| We him of avarice accuse,
192:06,006[B  ]| Who$6#1$ what he has forbears to$9$ use;
192:06,007[B  ]| But what disease of mind shall I
192:06,008[B  ]| Call this, thy hated penury?
192:06,009[B  ]| Thou wilt not give out of a store,
192:06,010[B  ]| Which$6#1$ no$2$ profuseness can make poor.
192:06,011[B  ]| Misers, when dead, they make amends,
192:06,012[B  ]| And in$4$ their wills enrich their friends;
192:06,013[B  ]| But when thou diest, thy treasure dies,
192:06,014[B  ]| And thou canst leave no$2$ legacies.
192:06,015[B  ]| What madness is it then to$9$ spare,
192:06,016[B  ]| When we want power to$9$ make an heir?
192:06,017[B  ]| Live, Cloris, then at the full rate
192:06,018[B  ]| Of thy great beauty; and since fate,
192:06,019[B  ]| To$4$ love and youth, is so$5#1$ severe,
192:06,020[B  ]| Enjoy them freely while thou art here.
192:06,021[B  ]| Some caution yet I would have thee use,
192:06,022[B  ]| Whenever thou dost a servant choose:
192:06,023[B  ]| Men are not all for$4$ lovers fit,
192:06,024[B  ]| No$2$ more than arms, or arts of wit:
192:06,025[B  ]| For$4$ wisdom some respected are,
192:06,026[B  ]| Some we see powerful at the bar;
192:06,027[B  ]| Some for$4$ preferment waste their time,
192:06,028[B  ]| And the steep hill of honour climb.
192:06,029[B  ]| Others of love their business make,
192:06,030[B  ]| In$4$ love their whole diversion take.
192:06,031[B  ]| Take one of those; for$3$ in$4$ one breast
192:06,032[B  ]| Two passions live but ill at rest:
192:06,033[B  ]| Be wise, and with discretion fly
192:06,034[B  ]| All that$6#1$ take flame at every eye.
192:06,035[B  ]| All sorts with powdered coat and hair;
192:06,036[B  ]| All that$6#1$ dare more than think thee fair,
192:06,037[B  ]| Take one of love who$6#1$ nothing says,
192:06,038[B  ]| And yet whom every word betrays;
192:06,039[B  ]| Love in$4$ the cradle prettiest shows.
192:06,040[B  ]| And when it can speak, unruly grows.
192:07,000['  ]| <VIII  THE COMPLAINT>
192:07,001['  ]| When fair Aurelia first became
192:07,002['  ]| The mistress of his heart,
192:07,003['  ]| So$5#1$ mild and gentle was her reign,
192:07,004['  ]| Thirsis in$4$ hers had part.
192:07,005['  ]| Reserves and care he laid aside,
192:07,006['  ]| And gave a loose to$4$ love;
192:07,007['  ]| The headlong course he must abide,
192:07,008['  ]| How steep soever it prove.
192:07,009['  ]| At first disdain and pride he feared;
192:07,010['  ]| But they being overthrown,
192:07,011['  ]| No$2$ second foe a while appeared,
192:07,012['  ]| And he thought all his own:
192:07,013['  ]| He thought himself a happier man
192:07,014['  ]| Than ever loved before;
192:07,015['  ]| Her favours still his hopes outran,
192:07,016['  ]| Yet still he loved the more:
192:07,017['  ]| Love smiled at first, then looking grave,
192:07,018['  ]| Said,
192:07,018[X  ]| Thirsis, leave to$9$ boast;
192:07,019[X  ]| More joy than all her kindness gave,
192:07,020[X  ]| Her fickleness will$1$ cost.
192:07,021['  ]| He spoke, and from that$6#2$ fatal time,
192:07,022['  ]| All Thirsis did or said,
192:07,023['  ]| Appeared unwelcome, or a crime
192:07,024['  ]| To$4$ the ungrateful maid.
192:08,000['  ]| <IX  CONSTANCY>
192:08,001[A  ]| Fear not, my dear, a flame can never die,
192:08,002[A  ]| That$6#1$ is once kindled by$4$ so$5#1$ bright an eye;
192:08,003[A  ]| View but thyself, and measure thence my love,
192:08,004[A  ]| Think what a passion such a form must move;
192:08,005[A  ]| For$3$ though thy beauty first allured my sight,
192:08,006[A  ]| Now I consider it but as the light
192:08,007[A  ]| That$6#1$ led me to$4$ the treasury of thy mind,
192:08,008[A  ]| Whose inward virtue in$4$ that$6#2$ feature shined.
192:08,009[A  ]| That$6#2$ knot be confident will$1$ ever last,
192:08,010[A  ]| Which$6#1$ fancy tied, and reason has made fast;
192:08,011[A  ]| So$5#1$ fast that$3$ time, although it may disarm
192:08,012[A  ]| Thy lovely face, my faith can never harm;
192:08,013[A  ]| And age deluded, when it comes, will$1$ find
192:08,014[A  ]| My love removed, and to$4$ thy soul assigned.
192:09,000['  ]| <XIII  TO AMARANTA>
192:09,000['  ]| <Whom he fell in$4$ love with at a playhouse>
192:09,001[A  ]| Fair Amaranta on$4$ the stage, whilst you
192:09,002[A  ]| Pitied a feigned love, you gave a true;
192:09,003[A  ]| The hopes and fears, in$4$ every scene expressed,
192:09,004[A  ]| Grew soon the uneasy motions of my breast.
192:09,005[A  ]| I thought to$9$ steal the innocent delight,
192:09,006[A  ]| And not have paid my heart for$4$ a first sight.
192:09,007[A  ]| And if I ventured on$4$ some slight discourse,
192:09,008[A  ]| It should be such as could no$2$ passion nurse:
192:09,009[A  ]| Led by$4$ the treacherous lustre of your eyes,
192:09,010[A  ]| At last I played too near the precipice:
192:09,011[A  ]| Love came disguised in$4$ wonder and delight,
192:09,012[A  ]| His bow unbent, his arrows out of sight;
192:09,013[A  ]| Your words fell on$4$ my passion, like$4$ those showers,
192:09,014[A  ]| Which$6#1$ paint and multiply the rising flowers;
192:09,015[A  ]| Like$4$ Cupid's self, a god, and yet a child,
192:09,016[A  ]| Your looks at once were awful, and yet mild:
192:09,017[A  ]| Whilst your strict virtue did your beauty blame:
192:09,018[A  ]| But rest secure, you are from the guilt as free
192:09,019[A  ]| As saints adored from our idolatry.
192:10,000['  ]| <XV  TO A DEVOUT YOUNG GENTLEWOMAN>
192:10,001[A  ]| Phillis, this early zeal assuage,
192:10,002[A  ]| You overact your part;
192:10,003[A  ]| The martyrs, at your tender age,
192:10,004[A  ]| Gave heaven but half their heart.
192:10,005[A  ]| Old men (till past the pleasure) never
192:10,006[A  ]| Declaim against the sin;
192:10,007[A  ]| It is early to$9$ begin to$9$ fear
192:10,008[A  ]| The devil at fifteen.
192:10,009[A  ]| The world to$4$ youth is too severe,
192:10,010[A  ]| And, like$4$ a treacherous light,
192:10,011[A  ]| Beauty, the actions of the fair,
192:10,012[A  ]| Exposes to$4$ their sight.
192:10,013[A  ]| And yet this world, as old as it is,
192:10,014[A  ]| Is oft deceived by$4$ it too;
192:10,015[A  ]| Kind combinations seldom miss,
192:10,016[A  ]| Let us try what we can do.
192:11,000['  ]| <XIX SONG>
192:11,001[A  ]| Drink about till the day find us;
192:11,002[A  ]| These are pleasures that$6#1$ will$1$ last;
192:11,003[A  ]| Let no$2$ foolish passion blind us,
192:11,004[A  ]| Joys of love they fly too fast.
192:11,005[A  ]| Maids are long before we can win them,
192:11,006[A  ]| And our passions waste the while,
192:11,007[A  ]| In$4$ a beer-glass we will$1$ begin them,
192:11,008[A  ]| Let some beau take the other toil.
192:11,009[A  ]| Yet we will$1$ have store of good wenches,
192:11,010[A  ]| Though we venture fluxing for$4$ it,
192:11,011[A  ]| Upon$4$ couches, chairs, and benches,
192:11,012[A  ]| To$9$ out-do them at the sport,
192:11,013[A  ]| Joining thus both mirth and beauty,
192:11,014[A  ]| To$9$ make up$5$ our full delight:
192:11,015[A  ]| In$4$ wine and love we pay our duty
192:11,016[A  ]| To$4$ each friendly coming night.
192:12,000['  ]| <XX  SONG>
192:12,001[A  ]| Love still has something of the sea,
192:12,002[A  ]| From whence his mother rose;
192:12,003[A  ]| No$2$ time his slaves from doubt can free,
192:12,004[A  ]| Nor give their thoughts repose:
192:12,005[A  ]| They are becalmed in$4$ clearest days,
192:12,006[A  ]| And in$4$ rough weather tossed;
192:12,007[A  ]| They wither under cold delays,
192:12,008[A  ]| Or are in$4$ tempests lost.
192:12,009[A  ]| One while they seem to$9$ touch the port,
192:12,010[A  ]| Then straight into the main,
192:12,011[A  ]| Some angry wind in$4$ cruel sport
192:12,012[A  ]| The vessel drives again.
192:12,013[A  ]| At first disdain and pride they fear,
192:12,014[A  ]| Which$6#1$ if they chance to$9$ escape,
192:12,015[A  ]| Rivals and falsehood soon appear
192:12,016[A  ]| In$4$ a more dreadful shape.
192:12,017[A  ]| By$4$ such degrees to$4$ joy they come,
192:12,018[A  ]| And are so$5#1$ long withstood,
192:12,019[A  ]| So$5#1$ slowly they receive the sum,
192:12,020[A  ]| It hardly does them good.
192:12,021[A  ]| It is cruel to$9$ prolong a pain,
192:12,022[A  ]| And to$9$ defer a joy;
192:12,023[A  ]| Believe me, gentle Celemene
192:12,024[A  ]| Offends the winged boy.
192:12,025[A  ]| An hundred thousand oaths your fears
192:12,026[A  ]| Perhaps would not remove;
192:12,027[A  ]| And if I gazed a thousand years
192:12,028[A  ]| I could no$2$ deeper love.
192:13,000['  ]| <XXI  SONG>
192:13,001[A  ]| Phillis, you have enough enjoyed
192:13,002[A  ]| The pleasures of disdain;
192:13,003[A  ]| Methinks your pride should now be cloyed,
192:13,004[A  ]| And grow itself again:
192:13,005[A  ]| Open to$4$ love your long-shut breast,
192:13,006[A  ]| And entertain its sweetest guest.
192:13,007[A  ]| Love heals the wounds that$6#1$ beauty gives,
192:13,008[A  ]| And can ill usage slight;
192:13,009[A  ]| He laughs at all that$6#1$ fate contrives,
192:13,010[A  ]| Full of his own delight;
192:13,011[A  ]| We in$4$ his chains are happier far
192:13,012[A  ]| Than kings themselves without them are.
192:13,013[A  ]| Leave then to$4$ tame philosophy,
192:13,014[A  ]| The joys of quietness;
192:13,015[A  ]| With me into love's empire fly;
192:13,016[A  ]| And taste my happiness:
192:13,017[A  ]| Where even tears and sighs can show
192:13,018[A  ]| Pleasures, the cruel never know.
192:14,000['  ]| <XXII>
192:14,001[A  ]| Madam, for$4$ your commands to$9$ stay,
192:14,002[A  ]| Is the mean duty of a wretch,
192:14,003[A  ]| Whose service you with wages pay;
192:14,004[A  ]| Lovers should at occasion catch,
192:14,005[A  ]| Not idly wait till it be brought,
192:14,006[A  ]| But with the deed over take your thought;
192:14,007[A  ]| Honour and love let them give over,
192:14,008[A  ]| Who$6#1$ do their duty, and no$2$ more.
192:15,000['  ]| <XXX  TO CLORIS>
192:15,001[A  ]| Cloris, I justly am betrayed,
192:15,002[A  ]| By$4$ a design myself had laid;
192:15,003[A  ]| Like$4$ an old rook, whom in$4$ his cheat,
192:15,004[A  ]| A run of fortune does defeat.
192:15,005[A  ]| I thought at first with a small sum
192:15,006[A  ]| Of love, thy heap to$9$ overcome;
192:15,007[A  ]| Presuming on$4$ thy want of art,
192:15,008[A  ]| Thy gentle and unpractised heart;
192:15,009[A  ]| But naked beauty can prevail,
192:15,010[A  ]| Like$4$ open force, when all things fail.
192:15,011[A  ]| Instead of that$6#2$ thou hast all mine,
192:15,012[A  ]| And I have not one stake of thine;
192:15,013[A  ]| And, like$4$ all winners, dost discover
192:15,014[A  ]| A willingness to$9$ give me over.
192:15,015[A  ]| And though I beg, thou wilt not now;
192:15,016[A  ]| It were better thou shouldst do so$5#2$ too;
192:15,017[A  ]| For$3$ I so$5#1$ far in$4$ debt shall run,
192:15,018[A  ]| Even thee I shall be forced to$9$ shun.
192:15,019[A  ]| My hand, alas, is no$2$ more mine,
192:15,020[A  ]| Else it had long ago been thine;
192:15,021[A  ]| My heart I give thee, and we call
192:15,022[A  ]| No$2$ man unjust that$6#1$ parts with all.
192:16,000['  ]| <XXXI  THE SOLDIERS CATCH>
192:16,001[C  ]| Room, boys, room; room, boys; room,
192:16,002[C  ]| For$3$ from Ireland we come;
192:16,003[C  ]| We have mauled the original Tories;
192:16,004[C  ]| We have baffled the league,
192:16,005[C  ]| Between monsieur and Teague,
192:16,006[C  ]| And eclipsed the grand Lewis his glories.
192:16,007[C  ]| They all fly in$4$ the field,
192:16,008[C  ]| Their best garrisons yield,
192:16,009[C  ]| They stand trembling while we take their passes;
192:16,010[C  ]| Our brave king at our head,
192:16,011[C  ]| We fear no$2$ steel nor lead,
192:16,012[C  ]| But laugh at their beads and their masses.
192:16,013[C  ]| If some blood we have spilt,
192:16,014[C  ]| To$9$ compound for$4$ the guilt,
192:16,015[C  ]| In$4$ love's camp we will$1$ do double duty,
192:16,016[C  ]| Mankind we will$1$ repair,
192:16,017[C  ]| With the leave of the fair,
192:16,018[C  ]| And pay our arrears to$4$ true beauty.
192:16,019[C  ]| Our worst noise in$4$ the pit,
192:16,020[C  ]| Shall pass all for$4$ good wit,
192:16,021[C  ]| While the cits and the bumpkins adore us.
192:16,022[C  ]| We will$1$ pay the rogues well,
192:16,023[C  ]| Their wives' bellies shall swell,
192:16,024[C  ]| And the cuckolds at random shall score us.
192:16,025[C  ]| The next summer for$4$ France,
192:16,026[C  ]| We will$1$ boldly advance,
192:16,027[C  ]| Our noble redeemer shall lead us;
192:16,028[C  ]| We will$1$ break the slaves' chains,
192:16,029[C  ]| And drink of their champagnes,
192:16,030[C  ]| To$4$ the health of that$6#2$ hero that$6#1$ freed us.
192:16,031[C  ]| He hates Lewis*le*Grand,
192:16,032[C  ]| Like$4$ a true English man,
192:16,033[C  ]| And never will$1$ consent to$4$ a treaty,
192:16,034[C  ]| Till each neighbouring crown
192:16,035[C  ]| Have what is justly their own,
192:16,036[C  ]| And the French strike sail when they meet ye.
192:16,037[C  ]| Since Elizabeth's reign
192:16,038[C  ]| No$2$ Protestant queen
192:16,039[C  ]| We have had, but the present God bless her;
192:16,040[C  ]| Since our Edward the fourth,
192:16,041[C  ]| No$2$ brave prince of such worth,
192:16,042[C  ]| But William his valiant successor.
192:16,043[C  ]| With a queen so$5#1$ devout,
192:16,044[C  ]| And a people so$5#1$ stout,
192:16,045[C  ]| A parliament that$6#1$ will$1$ supply them,
192:16,046[C  ]| A cause that$6#1$ is right,
192:16,047[C  ]| And a king that$6#1$ will$1$ fight,
192:16,048[C  ]| Our enemies all we defy them.
192:17,000['  ]| <XXXV A BALLAD>
192:17,000['  ]| <To the tune of Bateman>
192:17,001[D  ]| You gallants all, that$6#1$ love good wine,
192:17,002[D  ]| For$4$ shame your lives amend;
192:17,003[D  ]| With strangers go to$4$ church, or dine,
192:17,004[D  ]| But drink with an old friend.
192:17,005[D  ]| For$3$ with him tippling all the night,
192:17,006[D  ]| You kiss, hug, and embrace;
192:17,007[D  ]| Whereas a stranger, at first sight,
192:17,008[D  ]| May kill you on$4$ the place.
192:17,009[D  ]| There was a rich old usurer,
192:17,010[D  ]| A gallant son he had;
192:17,011[D  ]| Who$6#1$ slew an ancient barrister,
192:17,012[D  ]| Like$4$ a true mettled lad.
192:17,013[D  ]| All in$4$ that$6#2$ very house, where saint
192:17,014[D  ]| Holds devil by$4$ the nose;
192:17,015[D  ]| These drunkards met to$9$ roar, and rant,
192:17,016[D  ]| But quarrelled in$4$ the close.
192:17,017[D  ]| The glass flew cheerfully about,
192:17,018[D  ]| And drunken chat went on$5$;
192:17,019[D  ]| Which$6#1$ troops had failed, and which$6#1$ were stout,
192:17,020[D  ]| When Namur would be won.
192:17,021[D  ]| A learned lawyer, at the last,
192:17,022[D  ]| No$2$ Tory, as I am told,
192:17,023[D  ]| Began to$9$ talk of tyrants past,
192:17,024[D  ]| In$4$ words both sharp and bold.
192:17,025[D  ]| He touched a little on$4$ our times,
192:17,026[D  ]| Defined the power of kings,
192:17,027[D  ]| What were their virtues, what their crimes,
192:17,028[D  ]| And many dangerous things.
192:17,029[D  ]| A stranger that$6#1$ sat silent by$5$,
192:17,030[D  ]| And scarce knew what he meant,
192:17,031[D  ]| Overcome with wine and loyalty,
192:17,032[D  ]| Did thus his passion vent:
192:17,033[W  ]| I can not bear the least ill word,
192:17,034[W  ]| That$6#1$ lessens any king;
192:17,035[W  ]| And the bold man shall feel my sword;
192:17,036[D  ]| At that$6#2$ their friends stepped in$5$.
192:17,037[D  ]| The quarrel seemed a while composed,
192:17,038[D  ]| And many healths there passed,
192:17,039[D  ]| But one to$4$ blood was ill disposed,
192:17,040[D  ]| As it appeared at last.
192:17,041[D  ]| The councillor was walking home,
192:17,042[D  ]| Sober, as he was wont,
192:17,043[D  ]| The young man after him did come,
192:17,044[D  ]| With sword, that$6#1$ was not blunt.
192:17,045[D  ]| A blow there passed, which$6#1$ no$2$ man saw,
192:17,046[D  ]| From cane of lawyer bold;
192:17,047[D  ]| The young man did his weapon draw,
192:17,048[D  ]| And left the lawyer cold.
192:17,049[D  ]| Which$6#1$ cane held up$5$, in$4$ his defence,
192:17,050[D  ]| Was judged a weapon drawn:
192:17,051[D  ]| What needs there farther evidence,
192:17,052[D  ]| The assault was very plain.
192:17,053[D  ]| At Hixes's*Hall, by$4$ jury grave,
192:17,054[D  ]| It was manslaughter found;
192:17,055[D  ]| O what would it have cost to$9$ have
192:17,056[D  ]| A pardon from the crown.
192:17,057[D  ]| Then learn, my honest countrymen,
192:17,058[D  ]| To$9$ take yourselves the pence;
192:17,059[D  ]| Wisely prevent the courtier's gain,
192:17,060[D  ]| And save us that$6#2$ expense.
192:17,061[D  ]| Ye gallants all, take heed how you
192:17,062[D  ]| Come to$4$ untimely ends;
192:17,063[D  ]| Justice has bid the world adieu,
192:17,064[D  ]| And dead men have no$2$ friends.
192:18,000['  ]| <XXXVII  ADVICE TO THE OLD BEAUX>
192:18,001[A  ]| Scrape no$2$ more your harmless chins,
192:18,002[A  ]| Old beaux, in$4$ hope to$9$ please;
192:18,003[A  ]| You should repent your former sins,
192:18,004[A  ]| Not study their increase;
192:18,005[A  ]| Young awkward fops, may shock our sight,
192:18,006[A  ]| But you offend by$4$ day and night.
192:18,007[A  ]| In$4$ vain the coachman turns about,
192:18,008[A  ]| And whips the dappled greys;
192:18,009[A  ]| When the old ogler looks out,
192:18,010[A  ]| We turn away our face.
192:18,011[A  ]| True love and youth will$1$ ever charm,
192:18,012[A  ]| But both affected, can not warm.
192:18,013[A  ]| Summer fruits we highly prize,
192:18,014[A  ]| They kindly cool the blood;
192:18,015[A  ]| But winter berries we despise,
192:18,016[A  ]| And leave them in$4$ the wood;
192:18,017[A  ]| On$4$ the bush they may look well,
192:18,018[A  ]| But gathered, lose both taste and smell.
192:18,019[A  ]| That$3$ you languish, that$3$ you die,
192:18,020[A  ]| Alas, is but too true;
192:18,021[A  ]| Yet tax not us with cruelty,
192:18,022[A  ]| Who$6#1$ daily pity you.
192:18,023[A  ]| Nature henceforth alone accuse,
192:18,024[A  ]| In$4$ vain we grant, if she refuse.
192:19,000['  ]| <L  ON A COCK AT ROCHESTER>
192:19,001[A  ]| Thou cursed cock, with thy perpetual noise,
192:19,002[A  ]| Mayest thou be capon made, and lose thy voice,
192:19,003[A  ]| Or on$4$ a dunghill mayest thou spend thy blood,
192:19,004[A  ]| And vermin prey upon$4$ thy craven brood;
192:19,005[A  ]| May rivals tread thy hens before thy face,
192:19,006[A  ]| Then with redoubled courage give thee chase;
192:19,007[A  ]| Mayest thou be punished for$4$ St%*Peter's crime,
192:19,008[A  ]| And on$4$ Shrove*Tuesday, perish in$4$ thy prime;
192:19,009[A  ]| May thy bruised carcass be some beggar's feast,
192:19,010[A  ]| Thou first and worst disturber of man's rest.
192:20,000['  ]| <LIII  THE DOCTOR AND HIS PATIENTS>
192:20,001[E  ]| There was a prudent grave physician,
192:20,002[E  ]| Careful of patients as you would wish one;
192:20,003[E  ]| Much good he did with purge and clyster,
192:20,004[E  ]| And well he knew to$9$ raise a blister;
192:20,005[E  ]| Many he cured and more he would,
192:20,006[E  ]| By$4$ vomit, flux, and letting blood;
192:20,007[E  ]| But still his patients came again,
192:20,008[E  ]| And most of their old ills complain;
192:20,009[E  ]| The drunkards drank, and spoiled their liver:
192:20,010[E  ]| Beaux plied the smock as much as ever,
192:20,011[E  ]| And got the high venereal fever:
192:20,012[E  ]| The glutton crammed at noon and supper,
192:20,013[E  ]| And doubled both his pauch and crupper.
192:20,014[E  ]| One day he called them all together,
192:20,015[E  ]| And one by$4$ one, he asked them whether
192:20,016[E  ]| It were not better by$4$ good diet,
192:20,017[E  ]| To$9$ keep their blood and humours quiet;
192:20,018[E  ]| With toast and ale to$9$ cool their brains,
192:20,019[E  ]| Than nightly fire them with champagnes;
192:20,020[E  ]| To$9$ sup sometimes on$4$ water-gruel,
192:20,021[E  ]| Than drink themselves into a duel;
192:20,022[E  ]| To$9$ change their lewd, for$4$ sober life,
192:20,023[E  ]| And rotten whore, for$4$ sounder wife?
192:20,024[E  ]| They all agreed that$3$ his advice
192:20,025[E  ]| Was honest, wholesome, grave and wise;
192:20,026[E  ]| But not one man, would quit his vice;
192:20,027[E  ]| For$3$ after all his vain attacks,
192:20,028[E  ]| They rose and dined well at Pontack's:
192:20,029[E  ]| THE MORAL
192:20,030[E  ]| The wise may preach, and satirists rail,
192:20,031[E  ]| Custom and nature will$1$ prevail.
193:00,000@@@@@| 
397,00,000['  ]| <Sedley, EPIGRAMS; OR, COURT CHARACTERS>
193:01,000['  ]| <LIX   TO MAXIMINA>
193:01,001[A  ]| Ovid, who$6#1$ bid the ladies laugh,
193:01,002[A  ]| Spoke only to$4$ the young and fair;
193:01,003[A  ]| For$4$ thee his counsel was not safe,
193:01,004[A  ]| Who$6#1$ of sound teeth has scarce a pair;
193:01,005[A  ]| If thou thy glass, or me believe,
193:01,006[A  ]| Shun mirth, as foplings do the wind;
193:01,007[A  ]| At Durfey's farce affect to$9$ grieve;
193:01,008[A  ]| And let thy eyes alone be kind.
193:01,009[A  ]| Speak not though it were to$9$ give consent;
193:01,010[A  ]| For$3$ he that$6#1$ sees those rotten bones,
193:01,011[A  ]| Will$1$ dread the monumental scent,
193:01,012[A  ]| And fly thy sighs like$4$ dying groans.
193:01,013[A  ]| If thou art wise, see dismal plays,
193:01,014[A  ]| And to$4$ sad stories lend thy ear;
193:01,015[A  ]| With the afflicted, spend thy days,
193:01,016[A  ]| And laugh not above once a year.
193:02,000['  ]| <LX  TO SEXTUS>
193:02,001[A  ]| I offer love, but thou respect wilt have;
193:02,002[A  ]| Take, Sextus, all thy pride and folly crave;
193:02,003[A  ]| But know, I can be no$2$ man's friend and slave.
193:03,000['  ]| <LXI  TO NYSUS>
193:03,001[A  ]| How shall we please this age? If in$4$ a song
193:03,002[A  ]| We put above six lines, they count it long;
193:03,003[A  ]| If we contract it to$4$ an epigram,
193:03,004[A  ]| As deep the dwarfish poetry they damn;
193:03,005[A  ]| If we write plays, few see above an act,
193:03,006[A  ]| And those lewd masks, or noisy fops distract:
193:03,007[A  ]| Let us write satire then, and at our ease
193:03,008[A  ]| Vex the ill-natured fools we can not please.
193:04,000['  ]| <LXII  TO CLASSICUS>
193:04,001[A  ]| When thou art asked to$9$ sup abroad,
193:04,002[A  ]| Thou swearest thou hast but newly dined;
193:04,003[A  ]| That$3$ eating late does overload
193:04,004[A  ]| The stomach, and oppress the mind:
193:04,005[A  ]| But if Appicius make a treat,
193:04,006[A  ]| The slenderest summons thou obeyst,
193:04,007[A  ]| No$2$ child is greedier of the teat,
193:04,008[A  ]| Than thou art of the bounteous feast.
193:04,009[A  ]| There thou wilt drink till every star
193:04,010[A  ]| Be swallowed by$4$ the rising sun:
193:04,011[A  ]| Such charms hath wine we pay not for$4$,
193:04,012[A  ]| And mirth, at others' charge begun.
193:04,013[A  ]| Who$6#1$ shuns his club, yet flies to$4$ every treat
193:04,014[A  ]| Does not a supper, but a reckoning hate.
193:05,000['  ]| <LXIII  TO SEXTUS>
193:05,001[A  ]| What business, or what hope brings thee to$4$ town,
193:05,002[A  ]| Who$6#1$ canst not pimp, nor cheat, nor swear, nor lie?
193:05,003[A  ]| This place will$1$ nourish no$2$ such idle drone;
193:05,004[A  ]| Hence, in$4$ remoter parts thy fortune try.
193:05,005[A  ]| But thou hast courage, honesty, and wit,
193:05,006[A  ]| And one, or all these three, will$1$ give thee bread:
193:05,007[A  ]| The malice of this town thou knowest not yet;
193:05,008[A  ]| Wit is a good diversion, but base trade;
193:05,009[A  ]| Cowards will$1$, for$4$ thy courage, call thee bully,
193:05,010[A  ]| Till all, like$4$ Thraso's, thy acquaintance shun;
193:05,011[A  ]| Rogues call thee for$4$ thy honesty a cully;
193:05,012[A  ]| Yet this is all thou hast to$9$ live upon$4$:
193:05,013[A  ]| Friend, three such virtues, Audley had undone;
193:05,014[A  ]| Be wise, and before thou art in$4$ a gaol, be gone,
193:05,015[A  ]| Of all that$6#2$ starving crew we saw today
193:05,016[A  ]| None but has killed his man, or writ his play.
193:06,000['  ]| <LXIV  TO POSTHUMUS>
193:06,001[A  ]| That$3$ thou dost cashoo breath, and foreign gums,
193:06,002[A  ]| Enough to$9$ put thy mistress into fits;
193:06,003[A  ]| Though Rome thy hair, and Spain thy gloves perfumes,
193:06,004[A  ]| Few like$1$, but all suspect, those borrowed sweets:
193:06,005[A  ]| The gifts of various nature come and go,
193:06,006[A  ]| He that$6#1$ smells always, well does never so$5#2$.
193:07,000['  ]| <LXV  TO SCAEVA>
193:07,001[A  ]| If Scaeva for$4$ more friends thou care,
193:07,002[A  ]| Which$6#1$ thy great merit can not want;
193:07,003[A  ]| For$4$ me an humble place prepare,
193:07,004[A  ]| That$3$ I am new, make no$2$ complaint,
193:07,005[A  ]| Thy dearest friends were strangers once, like$4$ me,
193:07,006[A  ]| Like$4$ them, in$4$ time, I an old friend may be,
193:07,007[A  ]| If thou no$2$ want of friendly virtues see.
193:08,000['  ]| <LXVI  TO SERTORIUS>
193:08,001[A  ]| If thou dost want a horse, thou buyest a score,
193:08,002[A  ]| Or if a piece of wine, thou wilt have a tun;
193:08,003[A  ]| Swords, belts, or hats, does any cheat bring over;
193:08,004[A  ]| At his own rate thou wilt have all or none.
193:08,005[A  ]| Whilst out of wantonness thou buyest so$5#1$ fast,
193:08,006[A  ]| Out of mere want thou wilt sell all at last.
193:09,000['  ]| <LXVII  TO CLOE>
193:09,001[A  ]| Leave off thy paint, perfumes, and youthful dress,
193:09,002[A  ]| And nature's failing honesty confess;
193:09,003[A  ]| Double we see those faults which$6#1$ art would mend,
193:09,004[A  ]| Plain downright ugliness would less offend.
193:10,000['  ]| <LXVIII  TO CANIDIUS>
193:10,001[A  ]| Thou strutst, as if thou wert the only lord;
193:10,002[A  ]| When we all know of such there is an house,
193:10,003[A  ]| Where I might sit, could I the price afford,
193:10,004[A  ]| And Child has now three earldoms out at use,
193:10,005[A  ]| High expectation does attend good seed,
193:10,006[A  ]| Yet none will$1$ buy a known jade, for$4$ his breed;
193:10,007[A  ]| Boast not too much thy mighty pedigree,
193:10,008[A  ]| Were they alive, they would be ashamed of thee.
193:11,000['  ]| <LXIX  TO SEPTIMUS>
193:11,001[A  ]| Through servile flattery thou dost all commend:
193:11,002[A  ]| Who$6#2$ cares to$9$ please, where no$2$ man can offend?
193:12,000['  ]| <LXX  TO FLAVIUS>
193:12,001[A  ]| Thou quibblest well, hast craft and industry,
193:12,002[A  ]| Flatterest great men, laughest at their enemies,
193:12,003[A  ]| Rallyest the absent, art a pretty spy,
193:12,004[A  ]| Yet for$4$ all this in$4$ court thou dost not rise;
193:12,005[A  ]| Thou playest thy court-game booty: I am afraid
193:12,006[A  ]| Thou hast promised marriage, when thy fortune is made,
193:12,007[A  ]| And so$3$ thou darest not thrive upon$4$ thy trade.
193:13,000['  ]| <LXXI  TO CANDIDUS>
193:13,001[A  ]| All things are common amongst friends, thou sayst;
193:13,002[A  ]| This is thy morning and thy evening song:
193:13,003[A  ]| Thou in$4$ rich point, and Indian silk art dressed,
193:13,004[A  ]| Six foreign steeds to$4$ thy calash belong,
193:13,005[A  ]| Whilst by$4$ my clothes the ragman scarce would gain,
193:13,006[A  ]| And an uneasy hackney jolts my sides;
193:13,007[A  ]| A cloak embroidered intercepts thy rain,
193:13,008[A  ]| A worsted camlet my torn breeches hides;
193:13,009[A  ]| Turbots and mullets thy large dishes hold,
193:13,010[A  ]| In$4$ mine a solitary whiting lies;
193:13,011[A  ]| Thy train might fire the impotent and old,
193:13,012[A  ]| Whilst my poor hand a Ganymede supplies:
193:13,013[A  ]| For$4$ an old wanting friend thou wilt nothing do,
193:13,014[A  ]| Yet all is common among friends we know;
193:13,015[A  ]| Nothing so$5#1$ common, as to$9$ use them so$5#2$.
193:14,000['  ]| <LXXII  TO GAURUS>
193:14,001[A  ]| That$3$ thou dost shorten thy long nights with wine,
193:14,002[A  ]| We all forgive thee, for$3$ so$5#2$ Cato did;
193:14,003[A  ]| That$3$ thou writest poems without one good line,
193:14,004[A  ]| Tully's example may that$6#2$ weakness hide;
193:14,005[A  ]| Thou art a cuckold, so$3$ great Caesar was;
193:14,006[A  ]| Eatest till thou spewest, Antonius did the same;
193:14,007[A  ]| That$3$ thou lovest whores, Jove loves a bucksome lass;
193:14,008[A  ]| But that$3$ thou art whipped, is thy peculiar shame.
193:15,000['  ]| <LXXIII  TO THRASO>
193:15,001[A  ]| Whilst thou sitst drinking up$5$ thy loyalty,
193:15,002[A  ]| And railest at laws, thou dost not understand,
193:15,003[A  ]| Adorest the ministers, who$6#1$ know not thee,
193:15,004[A  ]| Sellest thy long freedom for$4$ a short command,
193:15,005[A  ]| The power thou aimest at, if over thee one have,
193:15,006[A  ]| In$4$ a rich coat thou art but a ranting slave.
193:16,000['  ]| <LXXIV  ON COSCUS>
193:16,001[A  ]| Coscus, thou sayst my epigrams are long;
193:16,002[A  ]| I would take thy judgement on$4$ a pot of ale:
193:16,003[A  ]| So$3$ thou mayst say the elephant is too strong,
193:16,004[A  ]| A dwarf too short, the pyramid too tall;
193:16,005[A  ]| Things are not long, where we can nothing spare;
193:16,006[A  ]| But, Coscus, even thy distichs tedious are.
193:17,000['  ]| <LXXV  TO BITHINICUS>
193:17,001[A  ]| That$3$ thy wife coughs all night, and spits all day;
193:17,002[A  ]| Already thou believest thy fortune made:
193:17,003[A  ]| Her whole estate thou thinkest thy sudden prey;
193:17,004[A  ]| She will$1$ not die, but wheedles like$4$ a jade.
193:18,000['  ]| <LXXVI  TO MAXIMUS>
193:18,001[A  ]| Wouldst thou be free, I fear thou art in$4$ jest;
193:18,002[A  ]| But if thou wouldst, this is the only way:
193:18,003[A  ]| Be no$2$ man's tavern, nor domestic guest;
193:18,004[A  ]| Drink wholesome wine, which$6#1$ thy own servants draw;
193:18,005[A  ]| Of knavish Curio, scorn the ill-got plate,
193:18,006[A  ]| The numerous servants, and the cringing throng;
193:18,007[A  ]| With a few friends on$4$ fewer dishes eat,
193:18,008[A  ]| And let thy clothes, like$4$ mine, be plain and strong;
193:18,009[A  ]| Such friendships make, as thou mayst keep with ease,
193:18,010[A  ]| Great men expect, what good men hate to$9$ pay;
193:18,011[A  ]| Be never thou thyself in$4$ pain to$9$ please,
193:18,012[A  ]| But leave to$4$ fools, and knaves, the uncertain prey.
193:18,013[A  ]| Let thy expense with thy estate keep pace;
193:18,014[A  ]| Meddle with no$2$ man's business, scarce thy own;
193:18,015[A  ]| Contented pay for$4$ a plebeian face,
193:18,016[A  ]| And leave vain fops the beauties of the town.
193:18,017[A  ]| If to$4$ this pitch of virtue thou canst bring
193:18,018[A  ]| Thy mind, thou art freer than the Persian king.
193:19,000['  ]| <LXXVII  TO JULIUS>
193:19,001[A  ]| Thou swearst thou wilt drink no$2$ more; kind heaven send
193:19,002[A  ]| Me such a cook or coachman, but no$2$ friend.
193:20,000['  ]| <LXXVIII  TO FLAVIA>
193:20,001[A  ]| When to$4$ thy husband thou didst first refuse
193:20,002[A  ]| The lawful pleasures of thy charming bed;
193:20,003[A  ]| Men did his pipe, and pot, and whores accuse;
193:20,004[A  ]| On$4$ his mere lewdness the whole fault we laid:
193:20,005[A  ]| Into thy house thou tookst a deep divine,
193:20,006[A  ]| And all thy neighbours flocked to$9$ hear him preach;
193:20,007[A  ]| The cheated world did in$4$ thy praises join,
193:20,008[A  ]| The wiser sort yet knew thy wanton reach;
193:20,009[A  ]| From Sundays crowds thou didst thy gallants choose,
193:20,010[A  ]| And, when they failed thee, the good doctor use.
193:21,000['  ]| <LXXIX  TO SERGIUS>
193:21,001[A  ]| Thou wilt fight, if any man call Thebe whore:
193:21,002[A  ]| That$3$ she is thine, what can proclaim it more?
193:22,000['  ]| <LXXX  THE MAIDENHEAD>
193:22,001[A  ]| Cloris, the prettiest girl about the town,
193:22,002[A  ]| Asked fifty guineas for$4$ her maidenhead;
193:22,003[A  ]| I laughed, but Cascus paid the money down,
193:22,004[A  ]| And the young wench did to$4$ his chamber lead.
193:22,005[A  ]| This thrift my eager Catzo did upbraid,
193:22,006[A  ]| And wished that$3$ he had grown betwixt Cascus's thighs;
193:22,007[A  ]| Get me but half what his got him, I said,
193:22,008[A  ]| And to$9$ content thee, I will$1$ never stick at price.
193:23,000['  ]| <LXXXI  TO QUINTUS>
193:23,001[A  ]| Thou art an atheist, Quintus, and a wit,
193:23,002[A  ]| Thinkst all was of self-moving atoms made,
193:23,003[A  ]| Religion only for$4$ the vulgar fit,
193:23,004[A  ]| Priests rogues, and preaching their deceitful trade;
193:23,005[A  ]| Wilt drink, whore, fight, blaspheme, damn, curse and swear:
193:23,006[A  ]| Why wilt thou swear, by$4$ God, if there be none?
193:23,007[A  ]| And if there be, thou shouldst his vengeance fear:
193:23,008[A  ]| Methinks this huffing might be let alone;
193:23,009[A  ]| It is thou art free, mankind besides a slave,
193:23,010[A  ]| And yet a whore may lead thee by$4$ the nose,
193:23,011[A  ]| A drunken bottle, and a flattering knave,
193:23,012[A  ]| A mighty prince, slave to$4$ thy dear soul's foes,
193:23,013[A  ]| Thy lust, thy rage, ambition and thy pride;
193:23,014[A  ]| He that$6#1$ serves God, need nothing serve beside.
193:24,000['  ]| <LXXXII  ON ARRIA AND PHOETUS>
193:24,001[A  ]| When Arria to$4$ her Phoetus gave the steel,
193:24,002[A  ]| Which$6#1$ from her bleeding side did newly part;
193:24,003[A  ]| From my own wound, she said, no$2$ pain I feel:
193:24,004[A  ]| And yet thy wound will$1$ stab me to$4$ the heart.
193:25,000['  ]| <LXXXIII  TO MILO>
193:25,001[A  ]| One month a lawyer, thou the next wilt be
193:25,002[A  ]| A grave physician, and the third a priest;
193:25,003[A  ]| Choose quickly one profession of the three;
193:25,004[A  ]| Married to$4$ her, thou yet mayst court the rest.
193:25,005[A  ]| Whilst thou standest doubting, Bradbury has got
193:25,006[A  ]| Five thousand pound, and Conquest as much more; 
193:25,007[A  ]| Watson is made bishop, from a drunken sot:
193:25,008[A  ]| Leap in$5$, and stand not shivering on$4$ the shore;
193:25,009[A  ]| On$4$ any one amiss thou canst not fall,
193:25,010[A  ]| Thou wilt end in$4$ nothing, if thou graspst at all.
193:26,000['  ]| <LXXXIV  TO SABINUS>
193:26,001[A  ]| Surly and sour thou dislikest mankind;
193:26,002[A  ]| But most thou hatest the company thou art in$4$;
193:26,003[A  ]| Seest all their faults, but to$4$ thy own art blind:
193:26,004[A  ]| Yet still thou criest, when shall we meet again?
193:26,005[A  ]| Thou canst not sit at home, what shouldst thou read?
193:26,006[A  ]| For$3$ all are fools, thou knowest that$6#1$ ever writ.
193:26,007[A  ]| What shouldst thou do abroad? this age does breed
193:26,008[A  ]| A sort of vermin, have not half their wit.
193:26,009[A  ]| Thou hatest the world, hate flesh and devil so$5#1$,
193:26,010[A  ]| And, for$4$ a blessed end, to$4$ Burnet's go;
193:26,011[A  ]| But, for$4$ thy misery, thou art an atheist too.
193:27,000['  ]| <LXXXV  ON PHRINE>
193:27,001[A  ]| Phrine, as odious as youth well can be,
193:27,002[A  ]| The daughter of a courtier in$4$ high place,
193:27,003[A  ]| Met with a Balaam ass, that$6#1$ could not see;
193:27,004[A  ]| His blindness she, and that$6#2$ excused her face.
193:27,005[A  ]| Were she not ugly, she would him despise;
193:27,006[A  ]| Nor would he marry her, if he had eyes.
193:27,007[A  ]| To$4$ their defects, they are for$4$ the match in$4$ debt,
193:27,008[A  ]| And, but for$4$ faults on$4$ both sides, never had met.
193:28,000['  ]| <LXXXVI  TO BASSA>
193:28,001[A  ]| That$3$ I never saw thee in$4$ a coach with man,
193:28,002[A  ]| Nor thy chaste name in$4$ wanton satire met;
193:28,003[A  ]| That$3$ from thy sex thy liking never ran,
193:28,004[A  ]| So$3$ as to$9$ suffer a male servant yet.
193:28,005[A  ]| I thought thee the Lucretia of our time:
193:28,006[A  ]| But, Bassa, thou the while a Tribas wert,
193:28,007[A  ]| And clashing cunts, with a prodigious crime,
193:28,008[A  ]| Didst act of man the inimitable part.
193:28,009[A  ]| What Oedipus this riddle can untie?
193:28,010[A  ]| Without a male, there was adultery.
193:29,000['  ]| <LXXXVII  TO SCILLA>
193:29,001[A  ]| Storm not, brave friend, that$3$ thou hadst never yet
193:29,002[A  ]| Mistress nor wife that$6#1$ others did not swive, 
193:29,003[A  ]| But, like$4$ a Christian, pardon and forget,
193:29,004[A  ]| For$3$ thy own pox will$1$ thy revenge contrive.
193:30,000['  ]| <LXXXVIII  ON SEXTUS>
193:30,001[A  ]| When I had purchased a fresh whore or coat,
193:30,002[A  ]| For$4$ which$6#1$ I knew not how to$9$ pay,
193:30,003[A  ]| Sextus, that$6#2$ wretched covetous old sot,
193:30,004[A  ]| My ancient friend, as he will$1$ say;
193:30,005[A  ]| Lest I should borrow of him, took great care,
193:30,006[A  ]| And muttered to$4$ himself aloud,
193:30,007[A  ]| So$3$ as he knew I could not choose but hear
193:30,008[A  ]| How much he to$4$ Secundas owed,
193:30,009[A  ]| And twice as much he paid for$4$ interest,
193:30,010[A  ]| Nor had one farthing in$4$ his trusty chest:
193:30,011[A  ]| If I had asked, I knew he would not lend;
193:30,012[A  ]| It is new, beforehand, to$9$ deny a friend.