When all depart, when compliments are loud,
Be fure to mix among the thickest crowd:
There I will be, and there we cannot mifs,
Perhaps to grubble, or at least to kifs.
Alas! what length of labour I employ,
Juft to fecure a short and tranfient joy!
For night muft part us: and when night is come,
Tuck'd underneath his arm he leads you home.
He locks you in; I follow to the door,
His fortune envy, and my own deplore.
He kiffes you, he more than kiffes too;
Th' outrageous cuckold thinks it all his due. so
But add not to his joy by your consent,
And let it not be given, but only lent.
Return no kifs, nor move in any fort;
Make it a dull and a malignant fport.
Had I my wish, he should no pleasure take,
But flubber o'er your bufinefs for my fake.
And whate'er fortune fhall this night befal,
Coax me to-morrow, by forfwearing all.
IF for thyfelf thou wilt not watch thy whore,
Watch her for me, that I may love her more.
What comes with eafe we naufeously receive,
Who, but a fot, would fcorn to love with leave?
With hopes and fears my flames are blown
higher ?
Make me despair, and then I can defire.
Give me a jilt to teaze my jealous mind;
Deceits are virtues in the female kind.
Corinna my fantastic humour knew,
Play'd trick for trick, and kept herself still new: She, that next night I might the fharper come, Fell out with me, and fent me fafting home; Or fome pretence to lie alone would take; Whene'er the pleas'd, her head and teeth would ake:
'Till having won me to the highest strain, She took occafion to be fweet again.
With what a guft, ye gods, we then embrac❜d ! How ev'ry kifs was dearer than the last!
Thou whom I now adore, be edify'd, Take care that I may often be deny'd. Forget the promis'd hour, or feign some fright, Make me lie rough on bulks each other night. These are the arts that beft fecure thy reign, And this the food, that muft my fires maintain. Grofs eafy love does, like grofs diet, pall, In fqueafy ftomachs honey turns to gall. Had Danaë not been kept in brazen tow❜rs, Jove had not thought her worth his golden
When Juno to a cow turn'd Io's fhape,
The watchman help'd her to a fecond leap.
Let him who loves an eafy Whetstone whore, Pluck leaves from trees, and drink the common
The jilting harlot ftrikes the fureft blow,
A truth which I by fad experience know.
The kind poor conftant creature we defpife; 35
Man but pursues the quarry while it flies.
But thou, dull hufband of a wife too fair, Stand on thy guard, and watch the precious
If creaking doors, or barking dogs thou hear,
Or windows fcratch'd, fufpect a rival there. 40
An orange wench would tempt thy wife abroad;
Kick her, for fhe's a letter-bearing bawd;
In fhort, be jealous as the devil in hell!
And fet my wit on work to cheat thee well.
The fneaking city-cuckold is my foe,
I fcorn to ftrike, but when he wards the blow. Look to thy hits, and leave off thy conniving, I'll be no drudge to any wittal living;
I have been patient, and forborn thee long,
In hope thou wouldft not pocket up thy wrong:
If no affront can roufe thee, understand
I'll take no more indulgence at thy hand.
What, ne'er to be forbid thy house, and wife!
Damn him who loves to lead fo ill a life.
Now I can neither figh, nor whine, nor pray,
All thofe occafions thou haft ta'en away.
Why art thou fo incorrigibly civil?
Do fomewhat I may wish thee at the devil.
For fhame be no accomplice in my treason,
A pimping husband is too much in reason.
Once more wear horns, before I quite for-
fake her,
In hopes whereof, I reft thy cuckold-maker.
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