'Tis poffible; but fure no man she found; "Twas defart, all, about her father's ground: And yet fome luftful god might there make bold, Are Jove and Mars grown impotent and old? Which way foever thy adventures fall, 90 One fees a dancing-mafter capering high, And raves, and piffes, with pure ecstasy: Another does, with all his motions, move, And gapes, and grins as in the feat of love; A third is charm'd with the new opera notes, 95 Admires the fong, but on the finger dotes: The country lady in the box appears, Softly the warbles over all the hears; And fucks in paffion, both at eyes and ears. come, The noify hall and theatres grown dumb) 100 Their memories to refresh, and chear their hearts, In borrow'd breeches act the players' parts. Ver. 84. Are Jove and Mars] Of whom more fornicating ftories are told than any of the other gods. The poor, that scarce have wherewithal to eat, Will pinch, to make the finging-boy a treat. 105 The rich, to buy him, will refuse no price; And stretch his quail-pipe, till they crack his voice. Tragedians, acting love, for luft are fought: 114 Still thou wilt have a wife, and father heirs; 125 Yet daring now the dangers of the deep, Ver. 118. To wond'ring Pharos] She fled to Egypt, which wondered at the enormity of her crime. Ere this, 'tis true, fhe did her fame expofe: 129 136 Amidft the crew, fhe walks upon the board; She eats, the drinks, the handles every cord: And if the fpews, 'tis thinking of her lord. 145 Now afk, for whom her friends and fame fhe loft? What youth, what beauty could th' adulterer boast? 149 What was the face, for which she could sustain A promontory wen, with griefly grace, 155 His blear eyes ran in gutters to his chin: thin. But 'twas his fencing did her fancy move: "Tis arms and blood and cruelty they love. But should he quit his trade, and sheath his fword, Her lover would begin to be her lord. 160 This was a private crime; but you shall hear What fruits the facred brows of monarchs bear: The good old fluggard but began to fnore, When from his fide up rofe th' imperial whore: She who preferr❜d the pleasures of the night 165 To pomps, that are but impotent delight; Strode from the palace, with an eager pace, To cope with a more mafculine embrace; Muffled fhe march'd, like Juno in a cloud, Of all her train but one poor wench allow'd, 170 One whom in fecret fervice fhe could truft ; The rival and companion of her luft. To the known brothel-houfe fhe takes her way; And for a nafty room gives double pay; 176 Ver. 163. He tells the famous ftory of Meffalina, wife to the emperor Claudius. Still as one drops, another takes his place, 185 Now should I fing what poisons they provide; With all their trumpery of charms beside; 191 And all their arts of death: it would be known Luft is the fmalleft fin the fex can own, Cæfinia ftill, they fay, is guiltlefs found Of ev'ry vice, by her own lord renown'd: 196 And well she may, fhe brought ten thousand Ver. 204. Wealth has the privilege &c.] His meaning is, that |