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Her speaking Eyes were full of thy Disgrace;
Such Wrongs, Withing Woman cou'd have born :
In Rage, the Marriage Articles were torn:
Yet when the vowed to see thy Face no more,
And Heartless thou stood' ft whining at the Door,
I met the Angry Fair, all over Charms,
And catch'd her Aging from thy Frozen Arms:
Much Pains it coft to Right the injur'd Dame;.
A whole Night's Vigour, to repair thy shame:
Witness your self, who heard the lab'ring Bed,
And Shrieks at the departing Maiden-Head:
u Thus inany a Spouse, who wou'd her Choice recant,
“ Is kept Obedient by a Kjod Gallant:
Now could you shift all this, and pass it o'er,
Yet (Monster) I have left ove Instance morc.
Think, if so well her Business I have donc,
As. that Night's Service may produce a Son,
Qur Roman Laws great Privilege afford
To him that stands a Father on Record:
Thy felf, 'cis truç, a Cuckold thou muft owa.
But that Reproach is in my Breaft alone;
To me the Pleasure bes ta thee. the Fame,
My Brat.fhall thy Abilities proclaim;
And free thee ever from Inglorious Shame.
Let circliog Wreaths adorn thy crowded Door,
Matrons, and Girls, shall hoot at thee ino mora,
But Stories to thy: lasting Credit raise,
While fumbling Fribbles grudge thy borrow'd Praise.
Fuv. True, Nevolus, most aptly you complain .
But tho' your Griefs are just, they are in vain :
Your Service past, be does with Scora forget,
And seeks some other Fool, like thee, to cheat.
Nev. Beware, my Friend, and what I now reveal,
As the great Secret of thy Life conceale.
A luftful Pathick, when he turns a Foc ;
He gives like Destiny a wardless Blow:
His Crimes are such, they will not bear a Jeft,
And Fire and Sword pursue the conscious Break.
For sweet Revenge no Drugs will be too dear,
I'n Lust, a Miser, but a Spendthrift here.
Then flight him not, nor with his Scandal sport,
But be as Mute as was 7th' Athenian Court.
fuv. Dull & Corydon! Art thou fo ftupid grown,
To think a Rich Man's Faults can be unknown?
Has be not Slaves about him? Would not they
Rejoyce, and Laugh, such Secrets to betray?
What more eftectual to revenge their Wrongs,
Than the unbounded Freedom of their Tongues?
Or grant it possible to filence those,
Dumb Beasts and Statues wou'd his Crimes expose;
Try to Imprison the refifless Wind,
So swift is Guilt, so hard to be confin'd;
Tho' crafty Tears fhou'd caft a Vail between,
Yet in the Dark, his Vices wou'd be seen:
And there's a Luft in Man no Charm can tame
Of loudly publishing our Neighbour's Shame;.
On Eagle Wings immortal Scandals fly,
While Virtuous Actions are but Born, and Dye.
Let us live well, were it alone for Tbis,
The baneful Tongues of Servants to despise.
Slander (the work of Poyfons) ever finds
An easie Entrance, to ignoble Minds :
And they whose Vicious Lives, fuch abject Foes mult fear,
More mean and wretched far than their own Slaves appear.
Nev. Your Counsei's Good and Ufeful, tis confess'd ; But (oh) to me it is in vain address’d:
7 The Areopagus, or Court Shepherd, which he applies to of Justice at Athens, where they Nevolus, for his Ignorance and gave Sentence by Characters Simplicity, in thinking the and Signs, &c.
Vices of Great Men can be & The Common Name of a conceal’de
Let the Great Man, whom gaping Crowds attend,
Fear a scourg'd Slave, or a diffembling Friend;
No matter what I do, or what I faya
I have no Spies about me to betray:
And you advise me now my time is loft,
And all my Hopes of prolprous Hours are Crost;
My full-blown Youth already fades apace,
(Of our short Being, 'tis the shortest space!)
While melting Pleasures in our Arms are found,
While Lovers smile, and while the Bowl
While io furprizing Joys intranc'd we lie,
Old Age creeps on us, ere we think it nigh.
Juv. Fear not, ihy Trade will never find an End,
While yon 9 Hills stand thou can't not want a Friend;
By Land, and Sea, from every Point they come,
Then dread no Dearth of Prostitutes at Rome.
Nev. Tell this to Happier Men, for I am sped,
If all my Drudging can procure me Bread.
Ye Deities! The Substitutes of Heay'n!
To whom the Guide of Human Life is giv'n;
At whose lov'd Altars, with an ample Zeal,
(Tho' slender Sacrifice) I daily kneel,
His Ebbing Hours let your Poor Suppliant see,
From the mean Crutch, and a thatcht Cottage free;
No Thameful Want, nor troublesom Disease,
But easie Death approaching by degrees;
Necessity fupply'd, wou'd Comfort bring:
Yet constant Store wou'd be a Glorious thing:
To treat a Friend, methinks, I would afford,
While Silver Bowls stand smiling on my Board i
And when the Cares of Rome to Pleasure yield;
Two lo Mafian Slaves shou'd bear me to the Field:
. The seven Hills on which cany, famous for the great Rome was built.
fize and strength of the Inha. 10 Mafia; a place acas Tufo bitants.
Where, on their Brawny Shoulders mounted high,
While the Brave Youth their Various Manhood try,
I wou'd the Thrones of Emperors defie.
Superfluous Wealth, and Pomp, I not desire; ,
But what Content, and Decency require.
Then might I live by my own Surly Rules,
Not forc'd to worship Knaves, and flatter Fools.
And thus fecur'd of Ease, by shunning Strife,
With Pleasure would I Sail down the fwift Stream of Life
But oh ridiculous vaia Wish, for One
Already lost, and doom'd to be undone.
Alas! what Hope remains! For to my Pray’rs
Regardless Fortune stops her wounded Ears:
As to the " Syrens Charms, Ulysses' Mariners.
11 Mermaids on the Coaft securely; at which Disappoint. of Sicily, whose Charms Vlises ment they threw themselves (being forewarn®d) avoided by into the Sea, and were turp'd Hopping his Mariners Ears into Rocks, 6c Hom, Odilo with Wax,and so fail'd by them l. 12,