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When all depart, when compliments are loud,
Be sure to mix among the thickest crowd:
There I will be, and there we cannot miss,
Perhaps to grubble, or at least to kiss.
Alas! what length of labour I employ,
Just to secure a short and transient joy!
For night must 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 kisses

he more than kisses too ; Th' outrageous cuckold thinks it all his due. 80 But add not to his joy by your consent, And let it not be given, but only lent. Return no kiss, nor move in any fort ; Make it a dull and a malignant sport. Had I my wish, he should no pleasure take, 35 But subber o'er your business for And whate'er fortune shall this night befal, Coax me to-morrow, by forswearing all.

you,

my fake.

FROM

OVID'S AMOURS.

BOOK II. ELEG. 19.

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IF for thyself thou wilt not watch thy whore, Watch her for me, that I may love her more. What comes with ease we nauseously receive, Who, but a fot, would scorn to love with leave? With hopes and fears my flames are blown up

higher ? Make me despair, and then I can desire. 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 sharper come, Fell out with me, and sent me fasting 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 occalion to be sweet again. With what a gust, ye gods, we then embrac'd! How ev'ry kiss was dearer than the last !

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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 secure thy reign, And this the food, that must my fires maintain. Grofs easy love does, like gross diet, pall, In fqueasy stomachs honey turns to gall. Had Danaë not been kept in brazen tow'rs, Jove had not thought her worth his golden

show'rs.
When Juno to a cow turn'd lo's shape,
The watchman help'd her to a second leap.
Let him who loves an easy Whetstone whore,
Pluck leaves from trees, and drink the common

shore.
The jilting harlot strikes the furest blow,
A truth which I by fad experience know.
The kind

poor

constant creature we despise; 35 Man but pursues the quarry while it Aies.

But thou, dull husband of a wife too fair, Stand on thy guard, and watch the precious

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If creaking doors, or barking dogs thou hear,
Or windows scratch’d, suspect a rival there. 40
An orange wench would tempt thy wife abroad;
Kick her, for she's a letter-bearing bawd; ;
In short, be jealous as the devil in hell !
And set my wit on work to cheat thee well.

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The sneaking city-cuckold is my foe,
I fcorn to strike, 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 rouse 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 so ill a life.
Now I can neither figh, nor whine, nor pray,
All those occasions thou haft ta'en away.
Why art thou so incorrigibly civil ?
Do somewhat I may wish thee at the devil.
For shamę 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 rest thy cuckold-maker.

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