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No Astrologick Wizard Honour gains,
Who has not oft been banish'd, or in Chains.
He gets Renown, who, to the Halter near,
But narrowly escapes, and buys it dear.

From him your Wife enquires the Planets Will,
When the Black Jaundice shall her Mother kill:
Her Sister's and her Uokle's End, wou'd know:
But, first, consults his Art, when you shall go.
And, what's the greatest Gift that Heav'n can give,
If, after her, th' Adulterer shall live.
She neither knows nor cares to know the rest;
If 39 Mars and Saturn shall the World infeft;
Or fove and Venns with their Friendly Rays,
Will interpose, and bring us better Days.

Beware the woman too, and shun ber fight,
Who in these Studies does ber self delight,
By whom a greafie Almanack is born,
With often handling, like chaft Amber worn:
Not now consulting, but consulted, the
Of the Twelve Houses, and their Lords, is free.
She, if the Scheme a fatal Journey show,
Stays fafe at home, but lets her Husband go.
If but a Mile she travel out of Town,
The Planetary Hour must first be known,
And lucky moment; if her Eye but akes
Or itches, its Decumbiture she takes.
No Nourishment receives in her Disease,
But what the Stars and 40 Ptolomy shall please.
The middle sort, who have not much to spare,
To Chiromancers cheaper Art repair,
Who clap the pretty Palm, to make the Lines more fair.

39 Mars and Saturn are the tunate. two Unfortunate Planets; fu 40 Ptolomy a Famous Aftropiter and Venus, the two For- loger, an Egyptian,


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But the Rich Matron, who has more to give,
Her Answers from the 41 Brachman will receive : ,
Skill'd in the Globe and Sphere, he gravely stands,
And, with his Compass, measures Seas and Lands.

The poorest of the Sex, have still an Ich
To know their Fortunes, equal to the Rich.
The Dairy-Maid enquires, if the shall take
The trusty Taylor, and the Cook forsake.

Yet these, tho' Poor, the pain of Child-bed bear;
And, without Nurses, their own Infants rear :
You seldom hear of the rich Mantle, spread
For the Babe, born in the great Lady's Bed.
Such is the Pow'r of Herbs;. such Arts they use
To make them barren, or their Fruit to lose.
But thou, whatever Slops she will have bought,
Be thankful, and supply the deadly Draught:
Help her to make Man-flaughter; let her bleed,
And never want for Savi at her need.
For, if she holds 'till her Nine Months be run,
Thou may'st be Father to 42 an Æthiop's Son:
A Boy, who ready gotten to thy hands,
By Law is to inherit all thy Lands:
One of that hue, that shou'd he cross the way,
His 43 Omen wou'd discolour all the Day.

I pass the Foundling by, a Race unknown,
At doors expos’d, whom Matrons make their own:

41 The Brachmans are. Indian fear she may be brought to Bed Philosophers, who remain to of a Blackmoor, which thou, this day; and hold, after Py being her Husband, art bound thagoras, the Translation of to Father; and that Bastard Souls from one Body to ano

may by Law Inherit thy Eftate. ther,

43 The Romans thought it 42 His meaning is, help her ominous to see a Blackmoor to any kind of Slops, which in the Morning, if he were the may cause her to misearry; for firf Man they met,


And into Noble Families advance
A Nameless Iffue, the blind work of Chance.
Indulgent Fortune does her Care employ,
And, smiling, broods upon the Naked Boy:
Her Garment spreads, and laps him in the Fold,
And covers with her Wings, from nightly Cold:
Gives him her Blessing; puts him in a way;

up the Farce, and laughs at her own Play. Him she promotes; The favours him alone, And makes Provision for him, as her own.

The craving Wife, the force of Magick tries, And Philters for ch' unable Husband buys: The Potion works not on the part design'd; But turns his Brains, and Aupifies his Mind, The fotted Moon-Calf gapes, and staring on, Sces his own Bus’ness by another done: A long Oblivion, a benumming Frost, Constrains bis Head; and Yesterday is loft: Some nimbler Juice wou'd make him foam and rave, Like that 44 Cafonia to ber Caius gave: Who, plucking from the Forehead of the Fole His Mother's Love, infus'd it in the Bowl: The boiling Blood ran hissing in his Veins, Till the mad Vapour mounted-to-his-Brains. The 4s Thund'rer was not half so much on Fire, When Juno's Girdle kindled bis Desire. What Woman will not use the Pois'ning Trade, When Cefar's Wife the Precedent has made?

44 Cafonia, Wife to Caims 45 The Story is in Homer; Caligula, the great Tyrant: where Juno borrow'd the Git"Tis said the gave him a Love- dle of Venus, callid Ceftos; Potion, which flying up into to make Jupiter in love with his Head, distracted him ; and her, while the Grecians and

the occasion of his Trojans were fighting, that he committing so many Ads of might not help the latter. Caucalty.



Let 48 Agrippina's Mushroom be forgot,
Gio'n to a flav'ring, old, unuseful Sot;
That only clos'd the driv'ling Dotard's Eyes,
And sent his Godhead downward to the Skics.
Rut this fierce Potion calls for Fire and Sword;
Nor spares the Commons, when it strikes the Lord
So many Mischiefs were in one combin'd;
So much one single Pois’ner coft Mankind.

If Stepdames seek their Sons-in-Law to kill,
'Tis venial Trespass; let them have their will:
But let the Child, entrusted to the Care
Of his own Mother, of her Bread beware:
Beware the Food the reaches with her Hand;
The Mörsel is intended for thy Land.
Thy Tutor be thy Tafter, ere thou cat ;
There's Poison in thy Drink, and in thy Meat.

You think this feiga'd; the Satyr in a Rage
Struts in the Buskins

of the Tragick Stages
Forgets his Business is to Laugh and Bite;
And will of Deaths and dire Revenges write.
Wou'd it were all a Fable, that you read;
But 47 Drymon's Wife pleads guilty to the Deeda
1 (the confeffles) in the Fact was caught,
Two Sons.dispatching at one deadly Draught.
What, Two! Two Sons, thou Viper, in one Day!
Yes, Sey'n, she cries, if Sev'n were in my way.
Medea's 48 Legend is no more a Lye;
Onc Age adds Credit to Antiquity.


46 Agrippina was the Mo- fon'd her Sons, that the might ther of the Tyrant Nero, who succeed to their Efare: This poyson'd her Husband Claudius, was done either in the Poet's that Nero might Succeed, who time, or just before it. was her Son, and not Britan 48 Medea, out of Revenge nicus, who was the son of to fason who had forsaken Claudius, by a former Wife. hes, kilrd the Children whick: 47. The Widow.of. Drymon poy. fac had by kim.


Great Ills, we grant, in former Times did Reign,
And Murthers then were done; but not for Gain.
Less Admiration to great Crimes is due,
which they thro' Wrath, or thro' Revenge, pursue.
For, weak of Reason, impotent of will,
The Sex is hurry'd headlong into Ill:
And, like a Cliff from its Foundation torn,
By raging Earthquakes, into Seas is born.
But those are Fiends, who Crimes from Thought begin:
And, cool in Mischief, meditate the Sin.
They read th' Example of a pious Wife,
Redeeming, with her own, her Husband's Life;
Yet, if the Laws did that Exchange afford,
Would save their Lap.Dog sooner than their Lord.

Where-e'er you walk, the 49 Belides you meet;
And 5° Clytemnestra's grow in ev'ry Street:
But here's the diff'rence; Agamemnon's Wife
Was a gross Butcher, with a bloody Knife;
But Murther, now, is to perfection grown:
And subtle Poisons are employ'd alone:
Unless some Anridote prevents their Arts,
And lines with Ba'lom all the Noble Parts:
In such a case, reserv'd for such a need,
Rather than fail, the Dagger does the Deed.

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49 The Belides, were fifty band Linus. Sisters, marry'd to fifty young so Clytemnestra the wife of Men, their Coulin-Germans ; Agamemnon, who, in favour and kill'd them all on their to her Adulterer Eggshus, was Wedding-Night,excepting Hy- consenting to his Murther. permneftra, who say'd

her Hus

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