Sidor som bilder


Water is soft, and marble hard ; and yet
We see soft water through hard marble eat.
Though late, yet Troy at length in flames ex-

And ten years more Penelope had tir’d.
Perhaps thy lines unanswer'd she retain'd ;
No matter; there's a point already gain'd ;
For she, who reads, in time will answer too ;
Things must be left by just degrees to grow.
Perhaps she writes, but answers with disdain, 550
And sharply bids you not to write again :
What she requires, she fears you

should accord; The jilt would not be taken at her word,

Mean-time, if she be carried in her chair, Approach, but do not seem to know she's there. Speak softly to delude the standers-by; 556 Or, if aloud, then speak ambiguously. If fauntering in the portico she walk, Move Nowly too; for that's a time for talk: And sometimes follow, sometimes be her guide : But, when the crowd permits, go side by

side. Nor in the play-house let her fit alone : For she's the play-house and the play in one. There thou mayst ogle, or by signs advance Thy fuit, and seem to touch her hand by chance. Admire the dancer who her liking gains, And pity in the play the lover's pains;



For her sweet fake the loss of time despise ;
Sit while she sits, and when she rises rise.
But dress not like a fop, nor curl your hair, 570.
Nor with a pumicc make your body bare.
Leave those effeminate and uselefs toys
To eunuchs, who can give no folid joys.
Neglect becomes a man: this Theseus found :
Uncurl’d, uncomb’d, the nymph his wishes

The rough Hippolytus was Phædra's care;
And Venus thought the rude Adonis fair.
Be not too finical; but yet be clean;
And wear well-fashion'd clothes, like other

men. Let not your teeth be yellow, or be foul ; Nor in wide Moes your feet too loofely roll. Of a black muzzle, and long beard, beware ; And let a skilful barber cut your hair: Your nails be pick'd from filth, and even par’d; Nor let your nasty nostrils bud with beard. 585 Cure your unfav'ry breath, gargle your throat, And free your armpits from the ram and goat. Dress not, in short, too little or too much ; And be not wholly French, nor wholly Dutch.

Now Bacchus calls me to his jolly rites: 590 Who would not follow, when a god invites ? He helps the poet, and his pen inspires, Kind and indulgent to his former fires.


Fair Ariadne wander'd on the shore, Forsaken now; and Theseus loved no more : 595 Loose was her gown, disheveld was her hair; Her bofoni naked, and her feet were bare: Exclaiming, on the water’s brink she stood; Her briny tears augment the briny flood. She Ihriek'd, and wept, and both became her face:

600 No posture could that heav'nly form disgrace. She beat her breast: The traitor's




What shall become of poor forsaken me?
What shall become the had not time for

more, The founding cymbals rattled on the shore. 605 She swoons for fear, she falls upon

the ground;
No vital heat was in her body found.
The Mimallonian dames about her stood ;
And scudding fatyrs ran before their god.
Silenus on his ass did next appear,
And held upon the mane; (the god was clear)
The drunken fire pursues, the dames retire ;
Sometimes the drunken dames pursue, the

drunken fire.
At last he topples over on the plain ;
The fatyrs laugh, and bid him rise again.
And now the god of wine came driving on,
High on his chariot by faifi tigers drawn,



Her colour, voice, and sense forsook the fair; Thrice did her trembling feet forflight prepare, And thrice affrighted did her flight forbear. 620, She shook, like leaves of corn when tempests


Or slender reeds that in the marshes

grow. To whom the god : Compose thy fearful mind; In me a truer husband thou shalt find. With heaven I will endow thee, and thy star Shall with propitious light be seen afar, 626 And guide on seas the doubtful mariner. He faid, and from his chariot leaping light, Lest the grim tigers should the nymph affright, His brawny arms around her waist he threw; 630 (For gods, whate'er they will, with ease can do:) And swiftly bore her thence: th’attending throng Shout at the fight, and sing the nuptial song. Now in full bowls her sorrow she may steep: The bridegroom's liquor lays the bride afleep. 635 But thou, when flowing cups in triumph

ride, And the lov'd nymph is seated by thy fide; Invoke the god, and all the mighty pow’rs, That wine may not defraud thy genial hours. Then in ambiguous words thy fuit prefer, 640 Which she may know were all addrest to her, In liquid purple letters write her name, Which she may read, and reading find the flame.



Then may your eyes

confess mutual fires ; (For eyes have tongues, and glances tell de

fires) Whene'er she drinks, be first to take the cup; And, where she laid her lips, the blessing

sup: When she to carving does her hand advance, Put out thy own, and touch it as by chance. Thy service e'en her husband must attend : (A husband is a most convenient friend.) Seat the fool cuckold in the highest place : And with thy garland his dull temples grace. Whether below or equal in degree, Let him be lord of all the company, And what he says be seconded by thee. Tis common to deceive through friendship's



name :

But, common though it be, 'tis still to blame:
Thus factors frequently their trust betray,
And to themselves their masters' gains con-

660 Drink to a certain pitch, and then give o’er ; Thy tongue and feet may stumble, drinking


Of drunken quarrels in her fight beware ;
Pot-valour only serves to fright the fair.
Eurytion justly fell, by wine opprest,
For his rude riot at a wedding-fealt.


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