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BOOK I. ELEG. 4.
To his mistress, whose husband is invited to a feast
with them. The poet instructs her how to behave herself in his company.
YOUR husband will be with us at the treat;
Be sure to come before your man be there ; 15
looks what silently they speak, And Nily, with your eyes, your answer make. . My lifted eye-brow shall declare my pain ; My right-hand to his fellow shall complain ; And on the back a letter shall design; Besides a note that shall be writ in wine. Whene'er you
think upon our last embrace, 25 With your fore-finger gently touch
your lord. When he fills for you, never touch the cup, But bid th' officious cuckold drink it
up. The waiter on those services employ: Drink
and I will snatch it from the boy ; Watching the part where your fweet mouth
hath been, And thence with eager lips will fuck it in. If he, with clownish manners, thinks it fit To taste, and offer you the nafty bit, 49
Reject his greasy kindness, and restore
and 'Tis mine. I shall thrust in betwixt, and void of fear The manifest adulterer will appear. These things are plain to fight; but more I
conceal beneath your petticoat. Take not his leg between your tender thighs, 55 Nor, with your hand, provoke my foe to rise. How many love-inventions I deplore, Which I myself have practis'd all before ? How oft have I been forc'd the robe to lift In company ; to make a homely shift For a bare bout, ill huddled o'er in haste, While o'er
fide the fair her mantle cast. You to your husband shall not be so kind; But, left you should, your mantle leave behind. Encourage him to tope ; but kiss him not, Nor mix one drop of water in his pot. If he be fuddled well, and snores apace, Then we may take advice from time and place.
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 kiffes 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 sort ; Make it a dull and a malignant sport. Had I my wish, he should no pleasure take, 85 But flubber o'er your business for
fake. 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 herfelf still new: She, that next night I might the sharper come, Fell out with me, and sent me fasting home; Or some pretence to lie alone would take; Whene’er she pleas’d, her head and teeth would
ake : 'Till having won me to the highest strain, She took occafion to be sweet again. With what a gust, ye gods, we then embrac'd ! How ev'ry kiss was dearer than the last !