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Sing, if you have a voice ; and shew your parts
In dancing, if endu'd with dancing arts.
Do any thing within your power to please;
Nay, e'en affect a seeming drunkenness;
Clip ev'ry word; and if by chance you speak
Too home, or if too broad a jest you break,
excuse the

company will join,
And lay the fault upon the force of wine.
True drunkenness is subject to offend ;
But when 'tis feign'd 'tis oft a lover's friend.
Then safely you may praise her beauteous face,
And call him happy, who is in her grace.
Her husband thinks himself the man design'd;
But curse the cuckold in your secret mind. 680
When all are rifen, and prepare to go,
Mix with the croud, and tread upon her toe.
This is the proper time to make thy court,
For now she's in the vein, and fit for sport.
Lay bashfulness, that rustic virtue, by ;
To manly confidence thy thoughts apply.
On Fortune's foretop timely fix thy hold;
Now speak and speed, for Venus loves the

bold. No rules of rhetoric here I need afford : Only begin, and trust the following word; 690 It will be witty of its own accord.

A&t well the lover ; let thy speech abound In dying words, that represent thy wound:


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Distrust not her belief; she will be mov’d;
All women think they merit to be lov’d. 695

Sometimes a man begins to love in jest,
And, after, feels the torment he profest.
For your own fakes be pitiful, ye fair ;
For a feign’d passion may a true prepare.
By flatteries we prevail on womankind;
As hollow banks by streams are undermin’d.
Tell her, her face is fair, her eyes are sweet:
Her taper fingers praife, and little feet.
Such praises e’en the chaste are pleas'd to hear ;
Both maids and matrons hold their beauty

dear. Once naked Pallas with Jove's queen ap

pear'd; And still they grieve that Venus was preferr’d. Praise the proud peacock, and he spreads his

train :
Be filent, and he pulls it in again.
Pleas'd is the courser in his rapid race ;
Applaud his running, and he mends his

But largely promise, and devoutly fwear;
And, if need be, call ev'ry god to hear.
Jovc fits above, forgiving with a smile
The perjuries that easy maids beguile,
He swore to Juno by the Stygian lake :
Forfworn, he dares not an example make,
Or punish falfhood, for his own dear fake.


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'Tis for our interest that the gods should be;
Let us believe 'em : I believe, they see,
And both reward, and punish equally.
Not that they live above like lazy drones,
Or kings below, supine upon their thrones.
Lead then

your lives as present in their fight; Be just in dealings, and defend the right; 725 By fraud betray not, nor oppress by might. But 'tis a venial Gin to cheat the fair ;All men have liberty of conscience there. On cheating nymphs a cheat is well design'd; 'Tis a profane and a deceitful kind.

'Tis said, that Ægypt for nine years was dry, Nor Nile did floods, nor heav'n did rain supply. A foreigner at length inform’d the king, That Naughter'd guests would kindly moisture

bring. The king reply'd: On thee the lot shall fall ; 735 Be thou my guest, the facrifice for all. Thus Phalaris Perillus taught to low, And made him season first the brazen cow. A rightful doom, the laws of nature cry, 'Tis, the artificers of death should die. Thus justly women suffer by deceit; Their practice authorizes us to cheat. Beg her, with tears, thy warm defires to grant; For tears will pierce a heart of adamant. If tears will not be squeez'd, then rub your eye, Or ’noint the lids, and seem at least to cry. 746


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Kiss, if you can: resistance if she make,
And will not give you kisses, let her take.
Fy, fy, you naughty man, are words of course;
She struggles but to be fubdu'd by force.
Kiss only soft, I charge you, and beware,
With your hard bristles not to brush the fair.
He who has gain'd a kiss, and gains no more,
Deserves to lose the bliss he got before.
If once she kiss, her meaning is exprest; 755
There wants but little pushing for the rest :
Which if thou dost not gain, by strength or

art, The name of clown then fuits with thy desert ; 'Tis downright dulness, and a shameful part. Perhaps, she calls it force ; but, if she 'scape, She will not thank


for th' omitted rape. 761 The sex is cunning to conceal their fires; They would be forc'd e’en to their own desires. They seem t'accuse you, with a downcast fight, But in their souls confess you did them right. Who might be forc’d, and yet untouch'd de

part, Thank with their tongues, but curse you

with their heart. Fair Phæbe and her sister did prefer To their dull mates the noble ravisher.

What Deidamia did, in days of yore, 770 The tale is old, but worth the reading o'er.


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When Venus had the golden apple gain'd,
And the just judge fair Helen had obtain'd :
When she with triumph was at Troy receiv’d,
The Trojans joyful while the Grecians griev'd:
They vow'd revenge of violated laws,
And Greece was arming in the cuckold's cause:
Achilles, by his mother warn'd from war,
Disguis’d his fex, and lurk’d among the fair,
What means Æacides to spin and few ?
With spear and sword in field thy valour shew;
And, leaving this, the nobler Pallas know.
Why dost thou in that hand the distaff wield,
Which is more worthy to sustain the shield ?
Or with that other draw the woolly twine, 785
The same the fates for Hector's thread assign?
Brandish thy falchion in thy pow’rful hand,
Which can alone the pond'rous lance command.
In the same room by chance the royal maid
Was lodg’d, and, by his seeming sex betray’d,
Close to her side the youthful hero laid.
I know not how his courtship he began ;
But, to her cost, she found it was a man.
"Tis thought she struggled ; but withal 'tis

Her wish was to be conquer’d, when she fought.
For when disclos’d, and hast’ning to the field,
He laid his distaff down, and took the shield,
With tears her humble suit she did prefer,
And thought to stay the grateful ravisher,



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