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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 fecure thy reign, And this the food, that must 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

fhow'rs.

When Juno to a cow turn'd Io's fhape,

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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

fhore.

The jilting harlot strikes the fureft blow,
A truth which I by fad experience know.
The kind poor conftant creature we defpife; 35
Man but purfues the quarry while it flies.

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

ware;

If creaking doors, or barking dogs thou hear,
Or windows fcratch'd, suspect 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,

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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;

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I have been patient, and forborn thee long,
In hope thou wouldst 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 wifh thee at the devil.
For fhame be no accomplice in my treafon,
A pimping husband is too much in reafon. 60
Once more wear horns, before I quite for-
fake her,

In hopes whereof, I reft thy cuckold-maker.

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JUVENAL.