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which was, that no one else would undertake it :

than Men: which turns the Satyr upon us, and parcicularly upon the Poet; who thereby makes a Compliment, where he meant « Libel. If he intended only to exercise bis Wit, he has forfeited bis Judgment, by making tbe one balf of his Readers bis mortal Enemies: And amongf the Men, all the happy Lovers, by their own Experience, will disprove his Accusations. The whole World muff allow this to be the Wittiest of his Satyrs; and truly be bad need of all his parts, to maintain with so much Violence, fo unjust a Cbarge. I am fatisfied he will bring but few over to his Opinion : And on that consideration chiefly I ventur'd to translate him. Tho' there wanted wat another Reafon, At least, Sir C. S. who could have done more Right to the Author, after a long delay, at length absolutely refus'd so ungrateful an Employment : And every one will grant, that the Warkmu beve been imperfect and lame, if it had appeard with out one of the Principal Members belonging to it. Let the Poet therefore bear the blame of his own Invention; and let me fatisfy the World, that I am not of his opinion. Whatever

, his Roman Ladies were, the English are free from all bis Imputations. They will read with Wonder and Abborrence, the Vices of an Age, wbich was the mot Infamous of any on Record. They will bless themselves when they behold those Examples related of Domitian's time : They will give back to Antiquity those Monsters it produc'd : And believe with reafar, that the Species of those Women is extim. guish'd; or at least, that they were never bere propagated. I may safely therefore proceed to the Argument of a Satyr, ukich is no way relating to them : And first observe, that my. Author mukes



their Lust the most Heroick of their Vices : The rest are in a manner but Digression. He skims them over; but he dwells on this: when he seems to bave taken his last leave of it, on the sudden be returns to it: 'Tis one Branch of it in Hippia, another in Meffalina, but Luft is the main Body of the Tree. He begins with this Text in the first Line, and takes it up with Intermifions to the end of the Chapter. Every Vice is a Loader, but that's a Ten. The Fillers, or intermediate Parts, are their Revenge ; their Contrivances of fecret Crimes ; their Arts to hide them; their Wit to excuse them; and their Impudence to own them, when they can no longer be kept secret. Then the Perfors to whom they are most addicted; and on whom they commonly bestow the last Favours : As Stage-Players, Fidlers, Singing Boys, and Fencers. Those who paft for Chaft among them, are not really fo; but only for their vaft Dowries, are rather suffer'd, than lov’d by their own Husbands. That they are Imperious, Domineering, Scolding Wives : Set up for Learning and Criticism in Poetry; but are false Judges. Love to speak Greek (which was then the Fashionable Tongue, as French is now with us.) That they plead Causes at the Bar, and play Prizes at the Bear Garden. That they are Golips and News-Mongers : Wrangle with their Neighbours abroad, and beat their Servants at home. That they Lie-in for new Faces once a Month, are sluttish with their Husbands in private ; and Paint and Dress in Publick for their Lovers. That they deal with Jews, Diviners," and Fortunetellers: Learn the Arts of Miscarrying, and Barrenness. Buy Children, and produce them for their own. Murder their Husbands Sons, if they


stand in their way to his Estate; and make their Adulterers bis Heirs. From bence the Poet proceeds to sew the Occasions of all these Vices, their Original, and how they were introduc'd in Rome, by Peace, Wealth, and Luxury. In conclusion, if we will take the Word of our malicious Author; Bad Women are the general standing Rule; and

the Good, but some few Exceptions to it. IN Saturn's Reign, at Nature's early Birth,

There was that thing callid Chastity on Earth; When in a narrow Cave, their common Shade, The Sheep, the Shepherds, and their Gods were laid; When Reeds and Leaves, and Hides of Beasts were spread By Mountain-Huswives, for their homely Bed, And mossy Pillows rais’d, for the rude Husband's Head, Unlike the Niceness of our Modern Dames, (Affected Nymphs wih new-affected Names :). The Cynthia's and the Lesbia’s of our Years, Who for a Sparrow's Death diffolve in Tears. Those firft unpolish's Matrons, big and bold, Gave suck to Infants of Gygantick Mold; Rough as their favage Lords who rang'd the Wood, And a fat with Acorns belch'd their windy Food. For when the World was bucksom, fresh and young, Her Sons were undebauch'd, and therefore strong; And whether Boro in kindly Beds of Earth, Or ftrugling from the teeming Oaks to Birth, Or from what other Atoms they begun, No Sires they had, or if a Sire the Sun. Some thin Remains of Chastity appear’d Ev'a 3 under fove, but fove without a Beard ;

Before ' I In the Golden Age; when | Mankind, before Corn was Saturn reign'd.

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Before the servile Greeks had learnt to swear
By Heads of Kings; while yet the bounteous Year
Her common Fruits in open Plains expos'd,
Ere Thieves were fear’d, or Gardens were enclos'd.
At length + uneasy Justice upwards few,
And both the Sisters to the Stars withdrew ;
From that old Æra Whoring did begin,
So venerably Ancient is the Sin:
Adult'rers next invade thc Nuptial Ştatc,
And Marriage-Beds creak'd with a Foreign Weight;
All other Ills did Iron Times adorn;
But Whores and Silver in one Age were born.
Yet thou, they fay, for Marriage dost provide :
Is this an Age to Buckle with a Bride?
They say thy Hair the Curling Art is taught,

The Wedding-Ring perhaps already bought:
A sober Man like thee to change his Life!
What Fury wou'd possess thee with a Wife?
Art thou of every other Death bereft,
Nɔ Knite, no Ratsbane, no kind Halter left?
(For ev'ry Noose compar'd to hers is cheap)
Is there no City Bridge from whence to leap?
Would'nt thou become her Drudge, who dost cajoy
A better fort of Bedfellow, thy Boy?
He keeps thee not awake with nightly Brawls, -
Nor with a begg'd Reward thy pleasure palls ;
Nor with insatiate Heavings calls for more,
When all thy Spirits were drain'd out before.
But still Urlidius courts the Marriage-Bait,
Longs for a Son to settle his Eltate,
And takes no Gifts, tho' ev'ry zaping Heir
Would gladly grease the rich old Batchelor.
Father into Banishment, the and Chastity Sisters; and says,
Silver Agebegan, according to that they Aled to Heaven toge-
the Poets.

ther, and left Earth for cvcr., * The Poet makes Justice


What Revolution can appear fo Arange,
As such a Leacher, fuch a Life to change?
A rank, notorious Whoremaster, to choose
To thruft his Neck into the Marriage Noofe?
He who fo often in a dreadful fright
Had in a Coffer '[capd the jealous Cuckold's sight,
That he to Wedlack dotingly betray'd,
Should hope, in this lewd Town, to find a Maid!
The Man's grown mad: To ease his frantick Pain,
Run for the Surgeon ; breath the middle Vein:
Bụt let a Heifer with gilt Horns be led
To funo, Regent of the Marriage-Bed,
And let him ev'ry Deity adore,
If his new Bride prove not an arrant Whore
la Head and Tail, and ev'ry other Pore.
Ons Ceres' Foast, reftraind from their Delight.
Few Matrons there, but curse the redious Night :
Few whom their Fathers dare falute, such Luft
Their Kisses have, and come with such a Guft..
With Ivy now adorp thy Doors, and Wed
Such is the Bride, and such thy genial Bed.
Think'it thou one Man is for one Woman meant ?
She, sooner with one Eye wou'd be content.

And yet, 'tis nois’d, a Maid did once appear
In fome small Village, tho' Fame says not where:
'Tis possible; but sure no Man she found;
'Twas desart, all, about her Father's Ground:
And yet some luftful God might there make bold;
Are o Jove and Mars grown impotent and old?
Many a fair Nymph has in a Cave been fpread,
And much good Love, without a Feather Bed.


s Cores' Feast. When the more fornicacing Stories are Roman Women were forbidden told than any of the other to bed with their Husbands. Gods. 6 Jove and Mars, of whom


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