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Forgetting house and husband, left behind
Ev'n children too; the fails before the wind;
False to 'em all, but constant to her kind.
But, ftranger yet, and harder to conceive,
She could the play-house and the players leave.
Born of rich parentage, and nicely bred,
She lodg’d on down, and in a damask bed;
Yet daring now the dangers of the deep,
On a hard mattress is content to sleep.
Ere this, 'tis true, she did her fame expose :
But that, great ladies with great ease can lose.
The tender nymph could the rade ocean bear :
So much her luft was stronger than her fear.
But had some honeft cause her passage preit,
The smalleft hardship had difturb'd her breaft:
Each inconvenience makes their virtue cold;
But womankind, in ills, is ever bold.
Were the to follow her own lord to fea,
What doubts or fcruples would fhe raife to stay?
Her stomach fick, and her head giddy grows ;
The tar and pitch are nauseous to her nose.
But in love's voyage nothing can offend ;
Women are never sea-sick with a friend.
Amidst the crew, she walks upon the board ;
She eats, she drinks, she handles


cord :
And if the fpews, 'tis thinking of her lord.
Now ask, for whom her friends and fame she loft ?
What youth, what beauty could th' adult'rer boaft?
What was the face, for which she could sustain

To be call'd mistress to so base a man?
The gallant, of his days had known the best :
Deep Scars were seen indented on his breast;

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A promontory wen, with griefly grace,
Stood high, upon the handle of his face:

His blear eyes ran in gutters to his chin :
His beard was stubble, and his cheeks were thin,

But 'ewas his fencing did her fancy move :
'Tis arms and blood and cruelty they love.
But should he quit his trade, and sheath his sword,
Her lover would begin to be her lord,

This was a private crime; but you shall hear
What fruits the facred bows of monarchs bear:
The 8 good old fluggard but began to fnore,
When from his side up rose th' imperial whore:
She who preferr'd the pleasures of the night
To pomps, that are but impotent delight:
Strode from the palace, with an eager pace,

with a more masculine embrace :
Muffled the march'd, luke Juno in a cloud,
Of all her train but one poor wench allow'd,
One whom in secret service she could trust;
The rival and companion of her luft.
'To the known brothel-house he takes her way ;
And for a nafty room gives double pay;
That room in which the rankest harlot lay.
Prepar'd for fight, expectingly she lies,
With heaving breasts and with defiring eyes.
Still as one drops, another takes his place,
And baffled ftill succeeds to like disgrace.
At length when friendly darkness is expir'd,
And ev'ry strumpet from her cell retird,
She lags behind, and ling'ring at the gate,
With a repining sigh submits to fate :
All filth without, and all a fire within,
Tir'd with the toil, unsated with the fin.
Old Cæfar's bed the modeft matron seeks ;
The steam of lamps ftill banging on her cheeks,
In ropy smut: thus foul, and thus bedight,
She brings him back the product of the night.

Now should I fing what poisons they provide ;
With all their trumpery of charms beside ;

8.He tells the famous story of Messalina, wife to the emperor Claudius. VOL. Iv.




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And all their arts of death : it would be known
Luft is the smallest Gin the sex can own.
Cesennia fill, they say, is guiltless found
Of ev'ry vice, by her own lord renown'd:
And well the may, she brought ten thousand pound.
She brought him wherewithal to be callid chafte;
His tongue is ty'd in golden fetters faft:.
He fighs, adores, and courts her ev'ry hour ;
Who would not do as much for such a dower ?
She writes love-letters to the youth in grace ;
Nay, tips the wink before the cuckold's face;
And might do more; her portion makes it good;
Wealth 9 has the privilege of widowhood.

These truths with his example you disprove,
Who with his wife is monstrously in love:
But know him better; for I heard him swear,
Tis not that she's his wife, but that the's fair,
Let her but have three wrinkles in her face,
Let her eyes lefien, and her fin anbrace,


will hear the saucy steward say, Pack ap with all your trinkets, and away ;

offenáve both at bed and board : Your betters must be had to please my lord.

Mean time fhe's absolute upon the throne : And knowing time is precious, lofes none : She must have floeks of theep, with wool more ine Than filk and vineyards of the noblet wine : Whole droves of pages for her train the craves : And sweeps the prisons for attending davęs. In short, whatever in her eyes can come, Or others have abroad, the wants at home, When winter shuts the seas, and fleecy (now: Make houses white, the to the merchant goes ;

9 Wealth has the privilege, &c. His meaning is, that a wife who brings a large dowry may do what fae pleases, and has all the privileges of a widow.

You grow



Rich crystals of the rock the takes up there, ,
Huge agat vases, and old China ware :
Then I Berenice's ring her finger proves,
More precious made by her incestuous laves :
And infamously dear: a brother's bribe,
Ev'n God's anointed, and of Juda's tribe:
Where barefoot they approach the sacred shrine,
And think it only fin to feed on swine.

But is none worthy to be made a wife
In all this town? Suppose her free from strife,
Rich, fair, and fruitful, of unblemish'd life;
Chafte as the Sabines, whofe prevailing charms
Dismiss'd their husbands, and their brothers arms:
Grant her, besides of noble blood, that ran
In ancient veins ere heraldry began :
Suppose all these, and take a poet's word,
A black swan is not half so rare a bird.
A wife, so hung with virtues, fuch a freight,
What mortal fhoulders could fupport the weight!
Some country-girl, scarce to a curt'sey bred,
Would I much rather than 2. Cornelia wed :
If supercilious, haughey, proud, and vain,
She brought her father's triumphs in her train.
Away with all your Carthaginian state,
Let vanquish'd Hannibal without-doors wait,
Too burly and too big to pass my narrow gate.

O 3 Pæan, cries Amphion, bend thy bow
Against my wife, and let my children go:
But fullen Pæan shoots at fons and mothers too.


1 A ring of great price, which Herod Agrippa gave to his after Berenice. He was the king of the Jews, but tributary to the Romans, 1 2 Cornelia, mother to the Gracchi, of the family of the Corpelii; from whence Scipia the African was descended, who triumphed aver Hannibal.

3 He alludes to the known fable of Niobe in Ovid. Amphion was her husband : Pæan is Apollo, who with his arrows killed her children, because the boasted that she was more fruitful than Latona, Apollo's mother.

His Niobe and all his boys he loft ;
Ev'n her, who did her num'rous offspring boast,
As fair and fruitful as the sow that carry'd
The 4 thirty pigs at one large litter farrow'd.

What beauty or what chastity can bear
So great a price, if stately and severe
She still insults, and you must still adore ;
Grant that the honey's much, the gall is more.
Upbraided with the virtues the displays,
Seven hours in twelve, you loath the wife you praise:
Some faults, tho' small, intolerable

grow ; For what so nauseous and affected too, As those that think they due perfection want, Who have not learnt to lisp the 5 Grecian cant? In Greece, their whole accomplishments they seek : Their fashion, breeding, language, must be Greek: But raw, in all that does to Rome belong, They scorn to cultivate their mother-tongue. In Greek they flatter, all their fears they speak, Tell all their secrets ; nay, they scold in Greek : Ev'n in the feat of love, they use that tongue. Such affectations may become the young ; But thou, old hag, of threescore years and three, Is Shewing of thy parts in Greek for thee? Zwj xai fuxn! All those tender words The momentary trembling bliss affords, The kind soft murmurs of the private sheets Are bawdy, while thou speak’t in public streets. Those words have fingers ; and their force is such, They raise the dead, and mount him with a touch. But all provocatives from thee are vain : No blandishment the flacken'd nerve can strain.

If then thy lawful spouse thou canft not love, What reason Ahould thy mind to marriage move ? 4 He alludes to the white low in Virgil, who

farrow'd thirty pigs. Women then learat Greek, as ours speak French,


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