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see upon how nice and exact a balance the happi- | salmagundy, with the head and tail so neatly laid, ness of eating depends!

I could scarce forbear smiling, not to say worse, at such exactness and such dainties; and told my friend, that those scales would be of extraordinary use at Dunstable; and that, if the annotator had not prescribed his dormouse, I should upon the first occasion be glad to visit it, if I knew its visiting-days and hours, so as not to disturb it.

My friend said, there remained but two books more, one of sea and the other of river fish, in the account of which he would not be long, seeing his memory began to fail him almost as much as my patience.

'Tis true, in a long work, soft slumbers creep, And gently sink the artist into sleep';

especially when treating of dormice.

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The ninth book is concerning sea fish, where, amongst other learned annotations, is recorded that famous voyage of Apicius, who, having spent many millions, and being retired into Campania, heard that there were lobsters of a vast and unusual bigness in Africa, and thereupon impatiently got on shipboard the same day; and, having suffered much at sea, came at last to the coast. But the fame of so great a man's coming had landed before him, and all the fishermen sailed out to meet him, and presented him with their fairest lobsters. He asked, if they had no larger. They answered, "Their sea produced nothing more excellent than what they had brought." This honest freedom of theirs, with his disappointment, so disgusted him, that he took pet, and bade the master return home again immediately and so, it seems, Africa lost the breed of one monster more than it had before. There are many receipts in the book, to dress cramp-fish, that numb the hands of those that touch them; the cuttle-fish, whose blood is like ink; the pourcontrel, or many feet; the sea-urchin, or hedge-hog; with several others, whose sauces are agreeable to their natures. But, to the comfort of us moderns, the ancients often ate their oysters alive, and spread hard eggs minced over their sprats, as we do now over our salt-fish. There is one thing very curious concerning herrings. It seems, the ancients were very fantastical, in making one thing pass for another; so, at Petronius's supper, the cook sent up a fat goose, fish, and wild-fowl of all sorts to appearance, but still all were made out of the several parts of one single porker. The great Nicomedes, king of Bithynia, had a very delighful deception of this nature put upon him by his 'cook: the king was extremely affected with fresh herrings; (as indeed who is not?) but, being far up in Asia from the sea-coast, his whole wealth could not have purchased one; but his cook contrived some sort of meat, which, put into a frame, so resembled a herring, that it was extremely satisfactory both to this prince's eyes and gusto. My friend told me, that, to the honour of the city of London, he had seen a thing of this nature there; that is, a herring, or rather a

Art of Cookery, ver. 449.

Lord Lyttelton's Nineteenth Dialogue of the Dead (perhaps the most humorous in that admira ble collection) seems to have been entirely founded on the hints suggested by Dr. King. N.

that it surprised him.. He says, many of the species may be found at the Sugar Loaf in Bell Yard, as giving an excellent relish to Burton ale, and not costing above sixpence, an inconsiderable price for so imperial a dainty!

The tenth book, as my friend tells me, is concerning fish sauces, which consist of variety of ingredients, amongst which is generally a kind of frumetary. But it is not to be forgotten by any person who would boil fish exactly, that they threw them alive into the water, which at present is said to be a Dutch receipt, but was derived from the Romans. It seems, Seneca the philosopher, (a man from whose morose temper little good in the art of cookery could be expected) in his third book of Natural Questions, correcting the luxury of the times, says, the Romans were come to that daintiness, that they would not eat a fish unless upon the same day it was taken, "that it might taste of the sea," as they expressed it; and therefore had them brought by persons who rode post, and made a great outcry, whereupon all other people were obliged to give them the road. It was an usual expression for a Roman to say, "in other matters I may confide in you; but in a thing of this weight, it is not consistent with my gravity and prudence. I will trust nothing but my own eyes. Bring the fish hither, let me see him breathe his last." And, when the poor fish was brought to table swimming and gasping, would cry out,

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Nothing is more beautiful than a dying mullet!" My friend says, the annotator looks upon these as jests made by the Stoics, and spoken absurdly and beyond nature;" though the annotator at the same time tells us, that it was a law at Athens, that the fishermen should not wash their fish, but bring them as they came out of the sea. Happy were the Athenians in good laws, and the Romans in great examples! But I believe our Britons need wish their friends no longer life, than till they see London served with live herrings and gasping mackarel. It is true, we are not quite so barbarous but that we throw our crabs alive into scalding water, and tie our lobsters to the spit to hear them squeak when they are roasted; our eels use the same peristaltic motion upon the gridiron, when their skin is off and their guts are out, as they did before; and our gudgeons, taking opportunity of jumping after they are flowered, give occasion to the admirable remark of some persons' folly, when, to avoid the danger of the frying-pan, they leap into the fire. My friend said, that the mention of eels put him in mind of the concluding remark of the annotator, "That they who amongst the Sybarites would fish for eels, or sell them, should be free from all taxes." I was glad to hear of the word conclude; and told him nothing could be more acceptable to me than the mention of the Sybarites, of whom I shortly intend a history, showing how they deservedly banished cocks for waking them in a morning, and smiths for being useful; how one cried out because one of the rose-leaves he lay on was rumpled; how they taught their horses to dance; and so their enemies, coming against them with guitars and harpsichords, set them so upon their round o's and minuets, that the form of their battle was broken, and three hundred thousand of them slain, as Gouldman, Lyttleton, and several other good au

thors, affirm. I told my friend, I had much overstayed my hour; but if, at any time, he would find Dick Humelbergius, Caspar Barthius, and another friend, with himself, I would invite him to inner of a few but choice dishes to cover the table at once, which, except they would think of any thing better, should be a salacacaby, a dish of fenugreek, a wild sheep's head and appurtenance with a suitable electuary, a ragout of capon's stones, and some dormouse sausages.

If, as friends do with one another at a venisonpasty, you shall send for a plate, you know you may command it; for what is mine is yours, as being entirely your, &c.

THE ART OF LOVE:

IN IMITATION OF

OVID DE ARTE AMANDI.

To the lord Herbert', eldest son of his excellency
the earl of Pembroke and Montgomery; baron
Herbert of Cardiff, Ross of Kendal, Parr, Fitz-
Hugh Marmion, St. Quintin, and Herbert of
Shutland, knight of the garter, &c. &c.

MY LORD,

bore the mastership in that art; and therefore, in the fourth book De Tristibus, when he would give some account of himself to future ages, he calls himself Tenerorum Lusor Amorum, as if he gloried principally in the descriptions he had made of that passion.

The present imitation of him is at least such a one as Mr. Dryden mentions, "to be an endeavour of a latter poet to write like one who has written before him on the same subject; that is, not to translate his words, or be confined to his sense, but only to set him as a pattern, and to write as he supposes that author would have done, had he lived in our age and in our country. But he dares not say that sir John Denham2, or Mr. Cowley, have carried this libertin way, as the latter calls it, so far as this definition reaches." But, alas! the present imitator has come up to it, if not perhaps succeeded it. Sir John Denham had Virgil, and Mr. Cowley had Pindar, to deal with, who both wrote upon lasting foundations: but the present subject being love, it would be unreasonable to think of too great a confinement to be laid on it. And though the passion and grounds of it will continue the same through all ages; yet there will be many little modes, fashions, and graces, ways of complaisance and address, entertainments and diversions, which time will vary. Since the world will expect new things, and persons will write, and the ancients have so great a fund of learning; whom can the moderns take better to copy than such originals? It is most likely they may not come up to them; but it is a thousand to one but their imitation is better than any clumsy invention of their own. Whoever undertakes this way of writing, has as much reason to understand the true scope, genius, and force of the expressions of his author, as a literal translator: and, after all, he lies under this misfortune, that the faults are all his own; and, if there is any thing that may seem pardonable, the Latin at the bottom3 shows to whom he is engaged for it. An imitator and his author stand much upon the same terms as Ben does with his father in the comedy 4. What thof he be my father, I an't bound pren

THE following lines are written on a subject that will naturally be protected by the goodness and temper of your lordship: for, as the advantages of your mind and person must kindle the flames of love in the coldest breast; so you are of an age most susceptible of them in your own. You have acquired all those accomplishments at home, which others are forced to seek abroad; and have given the world assurance, by such beginnings, that you will soon be qualified to fill the highest offices of the crown with the same universal applause, that has constantly attended your illustrious father in the discharge of them. For the good of your posterity, may you ever be happy in the choice of what you love! And though these rules will be of small use to you, that can frame much better; yet let me beg leave that, by dedicating them to your service, may have the honour of telling the world, that I am obliged to your lord-posed several verses of Ovid, and has divided the ship; and that I am most entirely

your lordship's

most faithful humble servant,

WILLIAM KING.

PREFACE.

It is endeavoured, in the following poems, to give the readers of both sexes some ideas of the art of love; such a love as is innocent and virtuous, and whose desires terminate in present happiness and that of posterity. It would be in vain to think of doing it without help from the ancients, amongst whom none has touched that passion more tenderly and justly than Ovid. He knew that he

tice to 'en.

There were many reasons why the imitator trans

whole into fourteen parts, rather than keep it in three books. These may be too tedious to be recited; but, among the rest, some were, that matters of the same subject might lie more compact; that too large a heap of precepts together might appear too burthensome; and therefore (if small matters may allude to greater) as Virgil in his Georgics, so here most of the parts end with some remarkable fable, which carries with it some moral:

yet, if any persons please to take the six first parts as the first book, and divide the eight last, they may make three books of them again. There have by chance some twenty lines crept into the poem out of the Remedy of Love, which, (as inani* Dryden alludes to The Destruction of Troy, &c. N.

2

3 In the first editions of the Art of Cookery, and of the Art of Love, Dr. King printed the original

1 Henry lord Herbert succeeded to his father's under the respective pages of his translations. N. titles in 1732, and died in 1749. N.

+ Congreve's Love for Love. N.

mate things are generally the most wayward and provoking) since they would stay, have been suffered to stand there. But as for the love here mentioned, it being all prudent, honourable, and virtuous, there is no need of any remedy to be prescribed for it, but the speedy obtaining of what it desires. Should the imitator's style seem not to be sufficiently restrained, should he not have afforded pains for review or correction, let it be considered, that perhaps even in that he desired to imitate his author, and would not peruse them; lest, as some of Ovid's works were, so these might be committed to the flames. But he leaves that for the reader to do, if he pleases, when he has bought them.

THE ART OF LOVE.

PART I.

WHOEVER knows not what it is to love,
Let him but read these verses, and improve.
Swift ships are rul'd by art, and oars, and sails:`
Skill guides our chariots; Wit o'er Love prevails.
Automedon with reins let loose could fly;
Tiphys with Argo's ship cut waves and sky.
In love-affairs I'm charioteer of Truth,
And surest pilot to incautious youth.
Love's hot, unruly, eager to enjoy;
But then consider he is but a boy.
Chiron with pleasing harp Achilles tam'd,
And his rough manners with soft music fram'd:
Though he'd in council storm, in battle rage,
He bore a secret reverence for age.

Chiron's command with strict obedience ties
The sinewy arm by which brave Hector dies:
That was his task, but fiercer Love is mine:
They both are boys, and sprung from race divine.
The stiff neck'd bull does to the yoke submit,
And the most fiery courser champs the bit.
So Love shall yield. I own, I've been his slave;
But conquer'd where my enemy was brave :
And now he darts his flames without a wound,
And all his whistling arrows die in sound.
Nor will I raise my fame by hidden art;
In what I teach, sound reason shall have part:
For Nature's passion cannot be destroy'd,
But moves in Virtue's path when well employ'd.
Yet still 'twill be convenient to remove
The tyranny and plagues of vulgar love.
May infant chastity, grave matron's pride,
A parent's wish, and blushes of a bride,
Protect this work; so guard it, that no rhyme
In syllable or thought may vent a crime!
The soldier, that Love's armour would defy,
Will find his greatest courage is to fly:
When Beauty's amorous glances parley beat,
The only conquest then is to retreat :
But, if the treacherous fair pretend to yield,
'Tis present death, unless you quit the field.
Whilst youth and vanity would make you range,
Think on some beauty may prevent your change:
But such by falling skies are never caught;
No happiness is found but what is sought.
The huntsman learns where does trip o'er the lawn,
And where the foaming boar secures his brawn.
The fowler's low-bell robs the lark of sleep;
And they who hope for fish must search the deep:
And he, that fuel seeks for chaste desire,
Must search where Virtue may that flame inspire.

To foreign parts there is no need to roam:
The blessing may be inet with nearer home.
From India some, others from neighbouring France,
Bring tawny skins, and puppets that can dance.
The seat of British empire does contain
Beauties, that o'er the conquer'd globe will reign.
As fruitful fields with plenty bless the sight,
And as the milky way adorns the night;
So that does with those graceful nymphs abound,
Whose dove-like softness is with roses crown'd.
There tenderest blooms inviting softness spread,
Whilst by their smallest twine the captive's led.
There youth advanc'd in majesty does shine,
Fit to be mother to a race divine.
No age in matrons, no decay appears;
By prudence only there you guess at years.
Sometimes you'll see these beauties seek the
By lofty trees in royal gardens made;
Or at St. James's, where a noble care
Makes all things pleasing like himself appear;
Or Kensington, sweet air and blest retreat
Of him, that owns a sovereign, though most greats.
Sometimes in wilder groves, by chariots drawn,
They view the noble stag and tripping fawn.
On Hyde-Park's circles if you chance to gaze,
The lights revolving strike you with amaze.

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To Bath and Tunbridge they sometimes retreat, With waters to dispel the parching heat: But youth with reason there may oft' admire That which may raise in him a nobler fire; Till the kind fair relieves what he endures, Caus'd at that water which all others cures.

Sometimes at marriage-rites you may espy Their charms protected by a mother's eye, Where to blest music they in dances move, With innocence and grace commanding love. But yearly when that solemn night returns, When grateful incense on the altar burns, For closing the most glorious day e'er seen, That first gave light to happy Britain's queen; Then is the time for noble youth to try To make his choice with a judicious eye. Not truth of foreign realms, not fables told Of nymphs ador'd, and goddesses of old, Equal those beauties who that circle frame; A subject fit for never-dying Fame: [thrown, Whose gold, pearl, diamonds, all around them Yet still can add no lustre to their own.

But when their queen does to the senate go, And they make up the grandeur of the show; Then guard your hearts, ye makers of our laws, For fear the judge be forc'd to plead his cause; Lest the submissive part should fall to you, And they who suppliants help be forc'd to sue. Then may their yielding hearts compassion take, And grant your wishes, for your country's sake: Ease to their beauties' wounds may goodness give; And, since you make all happy, let you live.

Sometimes these beauties on Newmarket plains, Ruling their gentle pads with silken reins,

5 George prince of Denmark, consort to the queen, greatly admired these fine gardens.-They were purchased by king William from lord chancellor Finch; were enlarged by queen Mary; and improved by queen Anne, who was so pleased with the place, that she frequently supped during the summer in the green-house. Queen Caroline extended the gardens to their present size, three miles and a half in compass. N.

Behold the conflicts of the generous steeds,
Sprung from true blood, and well-attested breeds.
There youth may justly with discerning eye
Through riding Amazonian habit spy
That which his swiftest courser cannot fly.

It is no treacherous or base piece of art,
T'approve the side with which the fair takes part:
For equal passion equal minds will strike,
Either in commendation or dislike.

For, when two fencers ready stand to fight,
And we're spectators of the bloody sight,
Our nimble passion, love, has soon design'd
The man, to whom we must and will be kind.
We think the other is not fit to win:
This is our conqueror ere fight begin.
If danger dares approach him, how we start!
Our frighted blood runs trembling to our heart:
He takes the wounds, but we endure the smart.
And Nature by such instances does prove,
That we fear most for that which most we love.
Therefore, if chance should make her saddle slide,
Or any thing should slip, or be untied,
Oh, think it not a too officious care
With eagerness to run and help the fair.
We offer small things to the powers above:
'Tis not our merit that obtains their love.
So when Eliza, whose propitious days
Revolving Heaveu does seem again to raise;
Whose ruling genius show'd a master-stroke
In every thing she did, and all she spoke ;
Was stepping o'er a passage, which the rain
Had fill'd, and seem'd as stepping back again;
Young Raleigh scorn'd to see his queen retreat,
And threw his velvet-cloak beneath her feet.
The queen approv'd the thought, and made him
great 6.

Mark when the queen her thanks divine would
give

Midst acclamations, that she long may live ;
To whom kind Heaven the blessing has bestow'd,
To let her arms succeed for Europe's good;
No tyranny throughout the triumph reigns,
Nor are the captives dragg'd with ponderous chains;
But all declare the British subjects' ease,
And that their war is for their neighbours' peace.
Then, whilst the pomp of majesty proceeds
With stately steps, and eight well-chosen steeds,
From every palace beauties may be seen,
That will acknowledge none but her for queen.
Then, if kind Chance a lovely maid has thrown
Next to a youth with graces like her own,
Much she would learn, and many questions ask;
The answers are the lover's pleasing task.
"Is that the man who made the Brench to fly?
What place is Blenheim? is the Danube nigh?
Where was 't that he with sword victorious stood,
And made their trembling squadrons choose the
flood?

What is the gold adorns this royal state?
Is it not hammer'd all from Vigo's plate?
Don't it require a most prodigious care
To manage treasures in the height of war?
Must he not be of calmest truth possest,
Presides o'er councils of the royal breast?
Sea-fights are surely dismal scenes of war!
Pray, sir, were ever you at Gibraltar?

6 Sir Walter Raleigh is well known to have been indebted to this little mark of gallantry for his rise at court. N.

Has not the emperor got some envoy here?
Wo'n't Danish, Swedish, Prussian lords appear?
Who represents the line of Hanover?
Don't the states general assist them all?
Should we not be in danger, if they fall?
If Savoy's duke and prince Eugene could meet
In this solemnity, 'twould be complete.
Think you that Barcelona could have stood
Without the hazard of our noblest blood?
At Ramilies what ensigns did you get?
Did many towns in Flanders then submit?
Was it the conqueror's business to destroy,
Or was he met by all of them with joy?
Oh, could my wish but fame eternal give,
The laurel on those brows should ever live!"
The British worth in nothing need despair,
When it has such assistance from the fair.
As Virtue merits, it expects regard;
And Valour flies, where Beauty's the reward.

PART II.

IN love-affairs the theatre has part,
That wise and most instructing scene of art,
Where Vice is punish'd with a just reward,
And Virtue meets with suitable regard;
Where mutual Love and Friendship find return,
But treacherous Insolence is hiss'd with scorn,
And Love's unlawful wiles in torment burn.
This without blushes whilst a virgin sees,
Upon some brave spectator Love may seize,
Who, till she sends it, never can have ease.

As things that were the best at first
By their corruption grow the worst ;
The modern stage takes liberties
Unseen by our forefathers' eyes.

As bees from hive, from mole-hill ants;
So swarm the females and gallants,
All crowding to the comedy,
For to be seen, and not to see.
But, though these females are to blame,
Yet still they have some native shame :
They all are silent till they're ask'd ;
And ev'n their impudence is mask'd:
For Nature would be modest still,
And there's reluctancy in will.

Sporting and plays had harmless been,
And might by any one be seen,
Till Romulus began to spoil them,
Who kept a palace, call'd Asylum;

Where bastards, pimps, and thieves, and pandars,
Were listed all to be commanders.

But then the rascals were so poor,

They could not change a rogue for whore;

And neighbouring jades resolv'd to tarry,
Rather than with such scrubs they'd marry.
But, for to cheat them, and be wiv'd,
They knavishly a farce contriv'd.
No gilded pillars there were seen,
Nor was the cloth they trod on green.
No ghosts came from the cellar crying,
Nor angels from the garret flying.
The house was made of sticks and bushes,
And all the floor was strew'd with rushes:
The seats were raised with turf and sods,
Whence heroes might be view'd, and gods.
Paris and Helen was the play,
And how both of them ran away.

Romulus bade his varlets go
Invite the Sabines to his show.
Unto this opera no rate is :

They all were free to come in gratis:
And they, as girls will seldom miss
A merry meeting, came to this.

There was much wishing, sighing, thinking,
Not without whispering, and winking.
Their pipes had then no shaking touch:
Their song and dance were like the Dutch:
The whole performance was by men,
Because they had no eunuchs then.
But, whilst the music briskly play'd,
Romulus at his cue display'd

The sign for each man to his maid.
"Huzza!" they cry; then seize: some tremble
In real fact, though most dissemble.
Some are attempting an escape,
And others softly cry, "A rape!"
Whilst some bawl out, "That they had rather
Than twenty pound lose an old father."
Some look extremely pale, and others red,
Some wish they'd ne'er been born, or now were dead,
And others fairly wish themselves a-bed.

Some rant, tear, run; whilst some sit still,
To show they're ravish'd much against their will.
Thus Rome began; and now at last,
After so many ages past,

Their rapes and lewdness without shame;
Their vice and villany's the same.

Il be their fate who would corrupt the stage,
And spoil the true corrector of the age!

ᏢᎪᎡᎢ 1II.

Now learn those arts which teach you to obtain Those beauties which you see divinely reign.

Though they by Nature are transcendent bright, And would be seen ev❜n through the gloom of night; Yet they their greatest lustre still display, In the meridian pitch of calmest day. 'Tis then we purple view, and costly gem, And with more admiration gaze on them.

Faults seek the dark; they who by moon-light woo, May find their fair-one as inconstant too.

When Modesty supported is by Truth, There is a boldness that becomes your youth. In gentle sounds disciose a lover's care, 'Tis better than your sighing and despair. Birds may abhor their groves, the flocks the plain, The hare, grown bold, may face the dogs again, When Beauty don't in Virtue's arms rejoice, Since harmony in love is Nature's voice. But harden'd Impudence sometimes will try At things which Justice cannot but deny. Then, what that says is insolence and pride, Is Prudence, with firm Honour for its guide. The lady's counsels often are betray'd By trusting secrets to a servile maid, The whole intrigues of whose insidious brain Are base, and only terminate in gain. Let them take care of too diffusive mirth; Suspicions thence, and thence attempts, take Had Ilium been with gravity employ'd, [birth. By Sinon's craft it had not been destroy'd. A vulgar air, mean songs, and free discourse, With sly insinuations, may prove worse To tender females than the Trojan horse.

Take care how you from virtue stray;
For scaudal follows the same way,
And more than truth it will devise.
Old poets did delight in lies,
Which modern ones now call surprise,
Some say that Myrrha lov'd her father,
That Byblis lik'd her brother rather.
And in such tales old Greece did glory:
Amongst the which, pray take this story.

Crete was an isle, whose fruitful nations
Swarm'd with an hundred corporations,
And there upon Mount Ida stood
A venerable spacious wood,
Within whose centre was a grove
Immortaliz'd by birth of Jove:
In vales below a bull was fed,

Whom all the kine obey'd as head;
Betwixt his horns a tuft of black did grow,
But all the rest of him was driven snow.

(Our tale to truth does not confine us.)
At the same time one justice Minos,
That liv'd hard-by, was married lately;
And, that his bride might show more stately,
When through her pedigree he run,
Found she was daughter to the Sun.
Her name Pasiphaë was hight,
And, as her father, she was bright.
This lady took up an odd fancy,

That with his bull she fain would dance ye.
She'd mow him grass, and cut down boughs,
On which his stateliness might browse.
Whilst thus she hedges breaks and climbs,
Sure Minos must have happy times!
She never car'd for going fine,
She'd rather trudge among the kine.
Then at her toilet she would say,

"Methinks I look bizarre to day.
Sure my glass lies, I'm not so fair:
Oh, were this face o'ergrown with hair!
I never was for top-knots born;
My favourites should each be horn.
But now I'm liker to a sow
Than, what I wish to be, a cow-
What would I give that I could lough!
My bull-y cares for none of those
That are afraid to spoil their clothes:
Did he but love me, he'd not fail
To take me with my draggle-tail."

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As would the Devil upon Dun. When she some handsome cow did spy, She'd scan her form with jealous eye; Say, How she frisks it o'er the plain, Runs on, and then turns back again! She seems a bear resolv'd to prance, Or a she-ass that tries to dance. In vain she thinks herself so fine: She can't please bull-y, for he's mine. But 'tis revenge alone assuages My envy when the passion rages. Here, rascal, quickly yoke that cow, And see the shrivel'd carrion plough. But second counsel's best: she dies: I'll make immediate sacrifice, And with the victim feast my eyes. "Tis thus my rivals I'll remove Who interpose 'twixt me and what I love. lo in Egypt's worship'd now,

Since Jove transform'd her to a cow,

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