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When all depart, when compliments are loud,
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.
BOOK II. ELEG. 19.
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 !
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
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
If creaking doors, or barking dogs thou hear,
The sneaking city-cuckold is my foe,
fake her, In hopes whereof, I rest thy cuckold-maker.