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Adult'rers are with dangers round beset;
Born under Mars, they cannot 'scape the net;
And from revengeful husbands oft have try'd
Worfe handling, than severest laws provide :
One stabs; one flashes ; one, with cruel art,
Makes Colon suffer for the peccant part.
But your Endymion, your smooth, smock'd,

fac'd boy,
Unrivall’d, shall a beauteous dame enjoy :
Not so: one more salacious, rich, and old,
Outbids, and buys her pleasure for her gold :
Now he must moil, and drudge, for one he

She keeps him high, in equipage and clothes :

pawns her jewels, and her rich attire,
And thinks the workman worthy of his hire :
In all things else immoral, stingy, mean;
But, in her lusts, a conscionable

She may be handsom, yet be chaste, you

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Good observator, not so fast away:
Did it not cost the modest youth his life,
Who shunn'd th' embraces of his father's wife?
And was not t'other strippling forced to fly,
Who coldly did his patron's queen deny;
And pleaded laws of hospitality ?


The ladies charg'd 'em home, and turn’d the tale;
With shame they redden'd, and with spight grew

'Tis dang’rous to deny the longing dame;
She loses pity, who has lost her shame.

Now Silius wants thy counsel, gives advice;
Wed Cæsar's wife, or die; the choice is nice.
Her comet-eyes she darts on ev'ry grace;
And takes a fatal liking to his face.
Adorn'd with bridal pomp she sits in state
The public notaries and Aruspex wait:
The genial bed is in the garden drest:
The portion paid, and ev'ry rite express’d,
Which in a Roman marriage is profest.
'Tis no stol'n wedding, this, rejecting awe,
She scorns to marry, but in form of law:
In this moot case, your judgment: to refuse
Is present death, besides the night you lose :
If you consent, 'tis hardly worth your pain ;
A day or two of anxious life you gain :
Till loud reports thro all the town have past,
And reach the prince : for cuckolds hear the

Indulge thy pleasure, youth, and take thy swing;
For not to take is but the self-same thing:


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Inevitable death before thee lies;
But looks more kindly thro a lady's eyes.

What then remains ? Are we depriv'd of will,
Must we not wish, for fear of wishing ill ?
Receive my counsel, and securely move;
Intruft thy fortune to the Pow'rs above.
Leave them to manage for thee, and to grant
What their unerring wisdom sees thee want :
In goodness as in greatness they excel;
Ah that we lov'd ourfelves but half fo well!
We, blindly by our headstrong passions led,
Are hot for action, and defire to wed;
Tben with for heirs : but to the Gods alone
Our future offspring, and our wives, are known;
Th'audacious strumpet, and ungracious fon.

Yet not to rob the priests of pious gain, That altars be not wholly built in vain; Forgive the Gods the rest, and stand confin'd To health of body, and content of mind: A foul, that can securely death defy, And count it nature's privilege to die; Serene and manly, harden'd to sustain The load of life, and exercis'd in pain : Guiltless of hate, and proof against desire; That all things weighs, and nothing can admire;

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That dares prefer the toils of Hercules
To dalliance, banquet, and ignoble ease.

The path to peace is virtue: what I show,
Thyself may freely on thyself bestow :
Fortune was never worshipp'd by the wise ;
But, set aloft by fools, usurps the skies.

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The poet in this satire, proves, that the condition of

soldier is much better than that of a countryman: first, because a country-man, however affronted, provoked, and struck himself, dares not strike a soldier; wbo is only to be judged by a court-martial: and by the law of Camillus, which obliges bim not to quarrel without the trenches, he is also asured to have a speedy bearing, and quick dispatch: whereas, the townsman or peafant is delayed in his suit by frivolous pretences, and not sure of justice when he is beard in the

The soldier is also privileged to make a will, and to give away his estate, which he got in war, to whom he pleases, without confideration of parentage, or relations; which is denied to all orber Romans. This fatire was written by Ju


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