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Rejoice, ve Roman soldiers, in your urn; Bold truths it speaks; and spoken, dạres maintain;
Your ensigns from the Parthians shall return; And brings our old simplicity again.
And the slain Crassi shall no longer mourn. Love sparkles in the cup, and fills it higher:
A youth is sent those trophies to demand ; Wine feeds the flames, and fuel adds to fire.
And bears his father's thunder in his hand : But choose no mistress in thy drunken fit;
Doubt not th' imperial boy in wars unseen; Wine gilds too much their beauties and their wit.
In childhood all of Cæsar's race are men.

Nor trust thy judgment when the tapers dance; Celestial seeds shoot out before their day,

But sober, and by day, thy suit advance. Prevent their years, and brook no dull delay. By day-light Paris judg'd the beauteous three; Thus infant Hercules the snakes did press, And for the, fairest did the prize decree. And in his cradle did his sire confess.

Night is a cheat, and all deformities Bacchus, a boy, yet like a hero fought,

Are bid or lessen'd in ber dark disguise. And carly spoils from conquer'd India brought. The Sun's fair light each errour will confess, Thus you your father's troops shall lead to fight, In face, in shape, in jewels, and dress. And thus shall vanquish in your father's right. Why name I every place where youths abound? These rudiments to you your lineage owe; 'Tis loss of time, and a too fruitful ground. Born to increase your titles, as you grow, The Baian baths, where ships at anchor ride, Brethren you bad, revenge your brethren slain; And wholesome streams from sulphur fountains You have a father, and his rights maintain.

glide; Arm'd by your country's parent and your own, Where wounded youths are by experience taught, Redeem your country, and restore his throne. The waters are less healthful than they thought. Your enemies assert an impious cause;

Or Dian's fane, which near the suburb lies, You fight both for divine and human laws.

Where priests, for their promotion, fight a prize. Already in their cause they are o'ercome: 'That maiden goddess is Love's mortal foe, Subject them too, by force of arms, to Rome. And much from her his subjects undergo. Great father Mars with greater Cæsar join,

Thus far the sportful muse with myrtle bound, To give a prosperous omen to your line :

Has sung where lovely lasses may be found. One of you is, and one shall be divine.

Now let me sing, how she who wounds your mind, 1 prophesy you shall, you shall o'ercome : With art, may be to cure your wounds inclin'd. My verse shall bring you back in triumph home. Young nobles, to my laws attention lend : Speak in my verse, exhort to loud alarms: And all you vulgar of my school attend. O were my numbers equal to your arms!

First then believe, all women may be won; Then would I sing the Parthians overthrow; Attempt with confidence, the work is done. Their shot averse sent from a flying bow:

The grasshopper shall first forbear to sing The Parthians, who already flying fight,

In summer season, or the birds in spring; Already give an omen of their flight.

Than women can resist your flattering skiil: O when will come the day, by Heaven design'd, Ev'n she will yield, who swears she never will. When thou, the best and fairest of mankind, To secret pleasure both the sexes move; Drawn by white horses shalt in triumph ride, But women most, who most dissemble love. With conquer'd slaves attending on thy side; 'Twere best for us, if they would first declare, Slaves, that no longer can be safe in flight; Avow their passion, and submit to prayer. O glorious object, o surprising sight,

The cow, by lowing, tells the bull her flame : O day of public joy ; too good to end in night! The neighing mare invites her stallion to the game. On such a day, if thou, and, next to thee, Man is more temperate in his lust than they, Some beauty sits, the spectacle to see :

And, more than women, can his passion sway. If she inquire the names of conquer'd kings, Biblis, we know, did first her love declare, Of mountains, rivers, and their hidden springs, And had recourse to death in her despair. Answer to all thou know'st; and, if need be, Her brother she, her father Myrrha sought, Of things unknown seem to speak knowingly : And lov'd, but lov'd not as a daughter ought, This is Euphrates, crown'd with reeds; and there Now from a tree she stills her odorous tears, Flows the swift Tigris with his sea-green hair, Which yet the name of her who shed them bears. Invent new names of things unknown before; In Ida's shady vale a bull appeard, Call this Armenia, that the Caspian shore; Wbite as the snow, the fairest of the herd; Call this a Mede, and that a Parthian youth; A beauty-spot of black there only rose, Talk probably: no matter for the truth.

Petwixt his equal horns and ample brows: In feasts, as at our shows, new means abound; The love and wish of all the Cretan cows. More pleasure there, than that of wine, is found. The queen bebeld him as bis head he reard; The Paphjan goddess there her ambush lays; And envy'd every leap he gave the herd. And Love betwixt the horns of Bacchus plays; A secret fire she nourish'd in her breast, Desires increase at every swelling draught; And hated every heifer he caress'd. Brisk vapours add new vigour to the thought, A story known, and known for true, I tell; There Cupid's purple wings no flight afford; Nor Crete, though lying, can the truth conceal. But, wet with wine, he flutters on the board. She cut him grass (so much can Love command); He shakes his pinions, but he cannot move; She strok'd, she fed him with her royal hand: Fix'd he remains, and turns a maudlin love. Was pleas'd in pastures with the here to roam; Wine warms the blood, and makes the spirits And Minos by the bull was overcome. (brows; flow;

Cease, queen, with gems t adorn thy beauteous Care fies, and wrinkles from the forehead go : The monarch of thy heart no jewel knows. Exalts the poor, invigorates the weak;

Nor in thy glass compose thy looks and eyes: Gives mirth and laughter, and a rosy cheek, Secure from all thy charms thy lover lies:

Yet trust thy mirrour, when it tells thee true ;, Instruct the damsel while she combs her hair, Thou art no heifer to allure his view.

To raise the choler of that injur'd fair; Soon wouldst thou quit thy royal diadem

Ånd, sighing, make her mistress understand, To thy fair rivals, to be horn'd like them.

She has the ineans of vengeance in her hand : if Minos please, no lover seek to find;

Then, naming thee, thy humble suit prefer; If not, at least seek one of human kind.

And swear thou languishest and dy'st for her. The wretched queen the Cretan court forsakes; Then let her lo e no time, but push at all: In woods and wilds her habitation makes :

For women soon are rais'd, and soon they fall. She curses every beauteous cow she sees;

Give their first fury leisure to relent, Ah, why dost thou my lord and master please! They melt like ice, and suddenly repent. And think'st, ungrateful creature as thou art, T' enjoy the maid, will that thy suit advance? With frisking aukwardly, to gain his heart!" 'Tis a hard question, and a doubtful chance. She said, and straight commands, with frowning One maid, corrupted, bawds the better fort; To put her, undeserving, to the yoke; [look, Another for herself would keep the sport. Or feigns some holy rites of sacrifice,

Thy business may be furtherd or delay'd : And sees her rival's death with joyful eyes : But by my counsel, let alone the maid: Then, when the bloody priest has done his part, Ev'n though she should consent to do the feat; Pleas'd in her hand she holds the beating heart; The profit's little, and the danger great. Nor from a scornful taunt can scarce refrain; I will not lead thee through a rugged road; “ Go, fool, and strive to please my love again." But where the way lies open, sale, aud broad. Now she would be Europa, lo now

Yet, if thou find'st her very much thy friend, (One bore a bull, and one was made a cow). And her good face her diligence commend : Yet she at last her brutal bliss obtain'd,

Let the fair mistress have thy first enıbrace, And in a wooden cow the ball sustain'd;

And let the maid come after in her place. Filled with his seed, accomplish'd her desire; But this I will advise, and mark my words; Till by his form the son betray'd the sire.

For 'tis the best advice my skill affords: If Atreus' wife to incest had not run,

If needs thou with the damsel wilt begin, (But, ah, how hard it is to love but one!)

Before th' attempt is made, make sure to win: His coursers Phæbus had not driven away, For then the secret better will be kept; To shun that sight, and interrupt the day. And she can tell no tales when once she's dipt, Thy daughter, Nisus, pull’d thy purple hair, 'Tis for the fowler's interest to beware, And barking sea-dogs yet her bowels tear.

The bird entangled should not ’scape tbe snare. At sea and land Atrides sav'd his life,

The fish, once prick'd, avoids the bearded hook, Yet fell a prey to bis adulterous wife.

And spoils the sport of all the neighbouring brook. Who knows not what revenge Medea sought, But, if the wench be thine, she makes thy way, When the slain offspring bore the father's fault? And, for thy sake, her mistress will betray; Thus Phenix did a woman's love bewail;

Tell all she knows, and all she hear: her say. And thus Hippolytus by Phædra fell.

Keep well the counsel of thy faithful spy: These crimes revengeful matrons did commit: So sbalt thou learn whene'er she treads awry. Hotter their lust, and sharper is their wit.

All things the stations of their seasons keep; Doubt not from them an easy victory:

And certain times there are to sow and reap. Scarce of a thousand dames will one deny. Ploughmen and sailors for the season stay, All women are content that men should woo : One to plough land, and one to plough the sea : She who complains, and she who will not do. So should the lover wait the lucky day, Rest then secure, whate'er thy luck may prove, Then stop thy suit, it hurts not thy design: Not to be hated for declaring love.

But think, another hour she may be thine. And yet how canst thou miss, since womankind And when she celebrates her birth at home, Is frail and vain, and still to change inclin'd ? Or when she views the public shows of Rome, Old husbands and stale gallants they despise; Know, all thy visits then are troublesome, And more another's, than their own, they prize. Defer thy work, and put not then to sea,

larger crop adorns our neighbour's field; For that's a boding and a stormy day. More Milk his kine froin swelling udders yield. Else take thy time, and, when thou canst, begin:

First gain the maid; by her thou shalt be sure Po break a jewish sabbath, think no sin : A free access and easy to procure :

Nor ev'n on superstitious days abstain; Who knows what to her office does belong, Not when the Romans were at Allia slain. Is in the secret, and can hold her tongue.

III omens in her frowns are understood; Bribe her with gifts, with promises, and prayers: When she's in humour, every day is good. For her good word goes far in love affairs,

But than her birth-day seldom comes a worse; The time and fit occasion leave to her,

When bribes and presents must be sent of course; When she most aptly can thy suit prefer.

And that's a bloody day, that costs thy purse. The time for maids to fire their lady's blood, Be stanch; yet parsimony will be vain : Is, when they find her in a merry mood;

The craving sex will still the lover drain. When all things at her wish and pleasure move; No skill can shift them off, nor art remove; Her heart is open then, and free to love.

They will be begging, when they know we love. Then mirth and wantonness to lust betray, The merchant comes upon th' appointed day, And smooth the passage to the lover's way. Who shall before thy face his wares display. Troy stood the siege, when fill'd with anxious care: To choose for her she craves thy kind advice; One merry fit concinded all the war.

Then begs again, to bargain for the price: If some fair rival vex ber jealous mind, But when she has her purchase in her eye, Offer thy service to revenge in kind.

She hugs thee close, and kisses thee to buy,

“ 'Tis what I want, and 'tis a peu'orth too;

Meantime, if she be carried in her chair, In many years I will not trouble you."

Approach, but do not seem to know she's there. If you complain you have no ready coin;

Speak softly to delude the standers-by ; No matter, 'tis but writing of a line,

Or, if aloud, then speak ambiguously. A little bill, not to be paid at sight;

If sauntering in the portico she walk, Now curse the time when thou wert taught to write. Move slowly too; for that's a time for talk: She keeps her birth-day; you must send the cheer; And sometimes follow, sometimes be her guide : And she 'll be born a hundred times a year. But, when the crowd permits, go side by side. With daily lies she dribs thee into cost;

Nor in the play-house let her sit alone : That ear-ring dropt a stone, that ring is lost. For she 's the play-house and the play in one. They often borrow what they never pay;

There thou may'st ogle, or by signs advance
Whate'er you lend her, think it thrown away. Thy suit, and seem to touch her hand by chance.
Had I ten mouths and tongues to tell each art, Admire the dancer who her liking gains,
All would be wearied ere I told a part.

And pity in the play the lover's pains;
By letters, not by words, thy love begin; For her sweet sake the loss of time despise;
And ford the dangerous passage with thy pen. Sit while she sits, and when she rises rise.
If to her heart thou aim'st to find the way, But dress not like a fop, nor curl your hair,
Extremely flatter, and extremely pray.

Nor with a pumice make your body bare.
Priam by prayers did Hector's body gain;

Leave those efleminate and useless toys Nor is an angry god invok'd in vain.

To eunuchs, who can give no solid joys. With promis'd gifts her easy mind bewitch; Neglect becomes a man: this Theseus found: For ev'n the poor in promise may be rich.

Uncurl'd, uncomb'd, the nymph his wishes crown'd. Vain hopes awhile her appetite will stay;

The rough Hippolytus was Phædra's care: 'Tis a deceitful, but commodious way.

And Venus thought the rude Adonis fair. Who gives is mad; but make her still believe Be not too finical; but yet be clean: "Twill come, and that's the cheapest way to give. And wear well-fashion's clothes, like other men. Ev'n barren lands fair promises afford;

Let not your teeth be yellow, or be foul ; But the lean harvest cheats the starving lord. Nor in wide shoes your feet too loosely roll. Buy not thy first enjoyment, lest it prove

Of a black muzzle, and long beard, beware; Of bad example tu thy future love:

And let a skilful barber cut your hair. But get it gratis; and she'll give thee more, Your nails be pick'd from filth, and even pard; For fear of losing what she gave


Nor let your nasty nostrils bud with beard. The losing gamester shakes the box in vain, Cure your unsavory breath, gargle your throat; And bleeds, and loses on, in hopes to gain.

And free yout armpits from the ram and goat. Write then, and in thy letter, as I said,

Dress not, in short, too little or too much; Let her with mighty promises be fed.

And be not wholly French, nor wholly Dutch. Cydippe by a letter was betray'd,

Now Bacchus calls ine to his jolly rites : Writ on an apple to th’unwary maid.

Who would not follow, when a god invites ? She read herself into a marriage-vow

He helps the poet, and his pen inspires, (And every cheat in love the gods allow).

Kind and indulgent to his former fires. Learn eloquence, ye noble youth of Rome;

Fair Ariadne wander'd on the shore, It will not only at the bar o'ercome:

Forsaken now; and Theseus lov'd no more: Sweet words the people and the senate move; Loose was her gown, dishevelld was her hair; But the chief end of eloquence is love.

Her bosom naked, and her feet were bare: But in thy letter hide thy moving arts ;

Exclaiming, on the water's brink she stood; Affect not to be thought a man of parts.

Her briny tears augment the briny flood. None but vain fools to simple women preach: She shriek’d, and wept, and both became her face: A learned letter oft has made a breach.

No posture could that heavenly form disgrace. In a familiar style your thoughts convey,

She beat her breast: “ The traitor's gone," said
And write such things as present you would say ; she;
Such words as from the heart may seem to move : “ What shall become of poor forsaken me?
"Tis wit enough, to make her think you love. What shall become"she had not time for more,
If seal'd she sends it back, and will not read, The sounding cymbals rattled on the shore.
Yet hope, in time, the business may succeed. She swoons for fear, she falls upon the ground;
In time the steer will to the yoke submit; No vital heat was in her body found.
In time the restiff horse will bear the bit.

The Mimallonian dames about her stood;
Ev'n the hard plough-share use will wear away; And scudding Satyrs ran before their gud.
And stubborn steel in length of time decay. Silenus on his ass did next appear,
Water is soft, and marble hard; and yet

And held upon the mane (the god was clear);
We see soft water through hard marble eat. The drunken sire pursues, the dames retire;
Though late, yet Troy at length in flames expird ; Sometimes the drunken dames pursue the drunken
And ten years more Penelope had tird.

At last he topples over on the plain; (sire, Perhaps thy lines unanswer'd she retain'd; The Satyrs laugh, and bid him rise again, No matter; there's a point already gaiu'd : And now the god of wine came driving on, For she, who reads, in time will answer too; High on his chariot by swift tigers drawn. Things must be left by just degrees to grow. Her colour, voice, and sense, forsook the fair; Perhaps she writes, but answers with disdain, Thrice did her trembling feet for flight prepare, And sharply bids you not to write again :

And thrice affrighted did her flight forbcar. What she requires, she fears you should accord; She shook, like leaves of corn when tempests blow, The jilt would not be taken at her word.

Or slender reeds that in the marshes grow.

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To whom the god : “ Compose thy fearful mind; Act well the lover; let thy speech abound
In me a truer husband thou shalt find.

Ia dying words, that represent thy wound:
With Heaven I will endow thee, and thy star Distrust not her belief; she will be mov'd;
Shall with propitious light be seen afar,

All women think they merit to be lov'd. And guide on seas the doubtful mariner.”

Sometimes a man begins to love in jest, He said, and, from his chariot leaping light, Aod, after, feels the torment he profest. Lest the grim tigers should the nymph affright, For your own sakes be pitiful, ye fair; His brawny arms around her waist he threw For a feign'd passion may a true prepare. (For gods, whate'er they will, with ease can do) By flatteries we prevail on womankind; And swiftly bore her thence: th' attending throng As hollow banks by streams are undermin'd. Shout at the sight, and sing the nuptial song. Tell her, her face is fair, her eyes are sweet: Now in full bowls her sorrow she may steep: Her taper fingers praise, and little feet. The bridegroom's liquor lays the bride asleep. Such praises ev'n the chaste are pleas'd to hear;

But thou, when flowing cups in triumph ride, Both maids and matrons hold their beauty dear. And the lov'd nymph is seated by thy side;

Once naked Pallas with Jove's queen appear'd; Invoke the god, and all the mighty powers, And still they grieve that Venus was preferr'd. Tbat wine may not defraud thy genial hours. Praise the proud peacock, and he spreads his train: Then in ambiguous words thy suit prefer,

Be silent, and he pulls it in again.
Which she may know were all addrest to her. Pleas'd is the courser in his rapid race;
In liquid purple letters write her name,

Applaud his running, and he meuds his pace.
Which she may read, and reading find the flame. But largely promise, and devoutly swear;
Then may your eyes confess your mutual fires And, if need be, call every god to hear.
(Por eyes have tongues, and glances tell desires). Jove sits above, forgiving with a smile
Whene'er she drinks, be first to take the cup; The perjuries that easy maids beguile.
And, wh re she laid her lips, the blessing sup. He swore to Juno by the Stygian lake :
When she to carving does her hand advance, Forsworn, he dares not an example make,
Pat out thy own, and touch it as by chance. Or punish falsehood for his own dear sake.
Thy service ev'n her husband must attend

'Tis for our interest that the gods should be; (A husband is a most convenient friend).

Let us believe them: I believe, they see, Seat the fool cuckold in the highest place :

And both reward and punish equally. And with thy garland his dull temples grace.

Not that they live above, like lazy drones, Whether below or equal in degree,

Or kings below, supine upon their thrones. Let hinn be lord of all the company,

Lead then your lives as present in their sight; And what he says, be seconded by thee.

Be just in dealings, and defend the right; 'Tis common to deceive through friendship's By fraud betray not, nor oppress by might.

But 'tis a venial sin to cheat the fair; But, common though it be, 'tis still to blame: All men have liberty of conscience there. Thus factors frequently their trust betray, On cheating nymphs a cheat is well design'd; And to themselves their masters' gains convey. 'Tis a profane and a deceitful kind. Drink to a certain pitch, and then give o'er ; 'Tis said, that Ægypt for nine years was dry, Thy tongue and fect may stumble, drinking more. Nor Nile did floods, nor Heaven did rain supply. Of drunken quarrels in her sight beware;

A foreigner at length inform’d the king, [bring. Pot-valour only serves to fright the fair.

That slaughter'd guests would kindly moisture Eurytion justly fell, by wine opprest,

The king reply'd : “ On thee the lot shall fall; Por his rade riot at a wedding-feast.

Be thou, my guest, the sacrifice for all." Sing, if you have a voice; and show your parts

Thus Phalaris Perillus taught to low, Jo dancing, if endued with dancing arts.

And made him season first the brazen cow. Do any thing within your power to please;

A rightful doom, the laws of Nature cry, Nay, er'n affect a seeming drunkenness;

'Tis the artificers of death should die. Clip every word; and if by chance you speak Thus justly women suffer by deceit; Too home, or if too broad a jest you break, Their practice authorises us to cheat. In your excuse the company will join,

Beg her, with tears, thy warm desires to grant; And lay the fault upon the force of wine.

For tears will pierce a heart of adamant. True drunkenness is subject to offend;

If tears will not be squeez'd, then rub your eye, Bat when 'tis feign'd 'tis oft a lover's friend. Or 'noint the lids and seem at least to cry. Then safely may you praise her beauteous face, Kiss, if you can: resistance if she make, All call him happy, who is in her grace.

And will not give you kisses, let her take.
Her husband thinks himself the man design'd; "Fy, fy, you naughty man!" are words of course;
But curse the cuckold in your secret mind. She struggles but to be subdued by force.
When all are risen, and prepare to go,

Kiss only soft, I charge you, and beware,
Mix with the croud, and tread upon her toe. With your hard bristles not to brush the fair.
This is the proper time to make thy court;

He who has gain'd a kiss, and gains no more,
For now she's in the vein, and fit for sport.

Deserves to lose the bliss he got before. Lay bashfulness, that rustic virtue, by ;

If once she kiss, her meaning is exprest; To many confidence thy thoughts apply. There wants but little pushing for the rest : On Fortune's foretop timely fix thy hold; Which if thou dost not gain, by strength or art, Now speak and speed, for Venus loves the bold. The name of clown then suits with thy desert; No rules of rhetoric here I need afford :

'Tis downright dulness, and a shameful part. Only begin, and trust the following word; Perhaps, she calls it force; but, if she 'scape, It will be witty of its own accord.

She will not thank you for th' omitted rape.


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The sex is cunning to conceal their fires;

'Tis a disgrace for ploughmen to be fair; They would be forc'd even to their own desires. Bluff cheeks they have, and weather-beaten hair. They seem t'accuse you, with a downcast sight; Th’ambitious youth, who seeks an olive crown, But in their souls confess you did them right. Is sun-burnt with his daily toil, and brown. Who might be forc’d, and yet untouch'd depart, But if the lover hopes to be in grace, Thank with their tongues, but curse you with their Wan be his looks, and meagre be his face. Fair Phæbe and her sister did prefer [heart. That colour from the fair compassion draws: To their dull mates the nobler ravisher.

She thinks you sick, and thinks hers. If the cause, What Deidamio did in days of

Orion wander'd in the woods for love : The tale is old, but worth the reading o’er.

His paleness did the nymphs to pity move; When Venus liad the golden apple gain'd,

His ghastly visage argu'd hidden love. And the just judge fair Helen had obtain'd: Nor fail a night-cap in full health, to wear; When she with triumph was at Troy receivid, Neglect thy dress, and discompose thy hair. The Trojans joyful, while the Grecians griev'd: All things are decent, that in love avail: They vow'd revenge of violated laws,

Read long by night, and study to be pale: And Greece was arming in the cuckold's cause : Forsake your food, refuse your needfui rest; Achilles, by his mother waru'd from war,

Be miserable, that you may be blest. Disguis'd bis sex, and lurk'd among the fair. Shall I complain, or sball I warn you most? What! means Æacides to spin and sew?

Faith, truth, and friendship, in the world are lost; With spear and sword in field thy valour shew; A little and an empty name they boast. And, leaving this, the nobler Pallas know. Trust not thy friend, much less thy mistress praise; Why dost thou in that hand the distaff wield, If he believe, thou may'st a rival raise. Which is more worthy to sustain the shield ? 'Tis true, Patroclus, by no lust misled, Or with that other draw the woolly twine,

Sought not to stain his dear companion's bed. The saine the Fates for Hector's thread assign? Nor Pylades Hermione embrac'd; Brandish thy falchion in thy powerful hand, Ev'n Phædra to Pirithous still was chaste. Which can alone the ponderous lance command. But hope not thou, in this vile age, to find In the same room by chance the royal maid Those rare examples of a faithful mind. Was lodg'd, and, by his seeming sex betray'd, The sea shall sooner with sweet honey flow; Close to her side the youthful hero laid.

Or from the furzes pears and apples grow. I know not how his courtship he began;

We sin with gust, we love by fraud to gain; But, to her cost she found it was a man.

And find a pleasure in our fellows pain. 'Tis thought she struggled; but withal 'tis thought, From rival foes you may the fair defend; Her wish was to be conquer'd, when she fought. But, would you ward the blow, beware your friend: For when, disclos'd, and hastening to the field, Beware your brother, and your next of kin; Hlaid his distaff down, and took the shield, But from your bosom-friend your cares begin. With tears her humble suit she did prefer,

Here I had ended, but experience finds, And thought to stay the grateful ravisher.

That sundry women are of sundry minds; She sighs, she sobs, she begs him not to part: With various crotchets fill'd, and hard to please : And now 'tis nature what before was art.

They therefore must be caught by various ways. She strives by force her lover to detain,

All things are not produc'd in any soil ; And wishes to be ravishd once again.

This ground for wine is proper, that for oil. This is the sex ; they will not first begin,

So 'tis in men, but more in womankind: But, when compelld, are pleas'd to suffer sin. Different in face, in manners, and in mind : Is there, who thinks that women first should woo? But wise men shift their sails with every wind, Lay by thy self-conceit, thou foolish beau.

As changeful Proteus vary'd oft his shape, Begin, and save their modesty the shame;

And did in sundry forms and figures 'scape; 'Tis well for thee, if they receive thy flame. A running stream, a standing tree became, 'Tis decent for a man to speak his mind;

A roaring lion, or a bleating lamb. They but expect th' occasion to be kind.

Some fish with harpoons, some with darts are Ask, that thou may'st enjoy; she waits for this;

struck, And on thy first advance depends thy bliss. Some drawn with nets, some hang upon the hook : Ev'n Jove himself was forc'd to sue for love; So turn thy self; and, imitating them, None of the nymphs did first solicit Jove.

Try several tricks, and change thy stratagem. But if you find your prayers increase her pride, One rule will not for different ages holu; Strike sail awhile, and wait another tide.

The jades grow cunning, as they grow more old. They fly when we pursne; but make delay, Then talk not bawdy to the bashful maid; And, when they see you slacken, they will stay. Broad words will make her innocence afraid. Sometimes it profits to conceal your end;

Nor to an ignorant girl of learning speak; Name not yourself her lover, but her friend. She thinks you conjure, when you talk in Greek. How many skittish girls have thus been caught! And hence 'tis often seen, the simple shun He prov'd a lover, who a friend was thought. The learn'd, and into vile embraces run. Sailors by sun and wind are swarthy made;

Part of my task is done, and part to do: A tano'd complexion best becomes their trade, But here 'tis time to rest myself and you.

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