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Water is soft, and marble hard ; and yet
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 ;
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?
more, The founding cymbals rattled on the shore. 605 She swoons for fear, she falls upon
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
But, common though it be, 'tis still to blame:
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 ;