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N Cupid's school whoe'er would take degree,
Muft learn his rudiments, by reading me.
Seamen with failing arts their veffels move;
Art guides the chariot; art inftructs to love.
Of hips and chariots others know the rule;
But I am master in Love's mighty school.
Cupid indeed is obftinate and wild,

A ftubborn God; but yet the God's a child:
Easy to govern in his tender


Like fierce Achilles in his pupillage:

That hero, born for conqueft, trembling stood Before the Centaur, and receiv'd the rod.

As Chiron mollify'd his cruel mind

With art, and taught his warlike hands to wind
The filver ftrings of his melodious lyre:
So Love's fair Goddefs does my foul infpire,

To teach her fofter arts; to footh the mind,
And smooth the rugged breafts of human kind.

Yet Cupid and Achilles, each with fcorn
And rage were fill'd; and both were goddess-born.
The bull, reclaim'd and yok'd, the burden draws:
The horse receives the bit within his jaws;
And stubborn Love fhall bend beneath my fway,
Tho struggling oft he strives to disobey.

He shakes his torch, he wounds me with his darts;
But vain his force, and vainer are his arts.
The more he burns my foul, or wounds my fight,
The more he teaches to revenge
the fpite.
I boast no aid the Delphian God affords,
Nor aufpice from the flight of chattering birds
Nor Clio, nor her fifters have I feen;
As Hefiod faw them on the fhady green :
Experience makes my work; a truth fo try'd
You may believe; and Venus be my guide.

Far hence, ye vestals, be, who bind your hair; And wives, who gowns below ancles wear. your I fing the brothels loose and unconfin'd, Th' unpunishable pleafures of the kind; Which all alike, for love, or money, find.

You, who in Cupid's rolls infcribe your name, First seek an object worthy of your flame; Then firive, with art, your lady's mind to gain: And, last, provide your love may long remain.

On these three precepts all my work shall move: These are the rules and principles of love.

Before your youth with marriage is opprest, Make choice of one who fuits your humor beft: And such a damfel drops not from the sky; She must be fought for with a curious eye.

The wary angler, in the winding brook, Knows what the fish, and where to bait his hook.. The fowler and the huntsman know by name The certain haunts and harbor of their game. So must the lover beat the likelieft grounds; Th' affembly where his quarry moft abounds. Nor fhall my novice wander far aftray; These rules shall put him in the ready way. Thou shalt not fail around the continent, As far as Perfeus, or as Paris went: For Rome alone affords thee fuch a store, As all the world can hardly fhew thee more. The face of heav'n with fewer stars is crown'd, Than beauties in the Roman sphere are found. Whether thy love is bent on blooming youth, On dawning sweetness in unartful truth; Or courts the juicy joys of riper growth; Here mayft thou find thy full defires in both.

Or if autumnal beauties please thy fight -
(An age that knows to give, and take delight;)
Millions of matrons of the
graver fort,
In common prudence, will not balk the fport.
In fummer heats thou need'ft but only go
To Pompey's cool and fhady portico;
Or Concord's fane; or that proud edifice,
Whofe turrets near the baudy fuburb rise:
Or to that other portico, where ftands
The cruel father urging his commands,
And fifty daughters wait the time of reft,
To plunge their poniards in the bridegrooms

Or Venus' temple; where, on annual nights,
They mourn Adonis with Affyrian rites.
Nor fhun the Jewish walk, where the foul drove,
On fabbaths, reft from ev'ry thing but love:
Nor Ifis' temple; for that facred whore
Makes others, what to Jove fhe was before.
And if the hall itself be not bely'd,.
E'en there the caufe of love is often try'd;
Near it at leaft, or in the palace-yard,
From whence the noify combatants are heard.
The crafty counsellors, in formal gown,
There gain another's caufe, but lofe their own.

There eloquence is nonpluft in the fuit;
And lawyers, who had words at will, are mute.
Venus, from her adjoining temple, fmiles,
To fee them caught in their litigious wiles.
Grave fenators lead home the youthful dame,
Returning clients, when they patrons came.
But, above all, the play-houfe is the place;
There's choice of quarry in that narrow chace.
There take thy stand, and sharply looking out,
Soon may'st thou find a mistress in the rout,
For length of time, or for a fingle bout.
The theatres are berries for the fair:


Like ants on mole-hills thither they repair;
Like bees to hives, fo num'roufly they throng,
It may be faid, they to that place belong.
Thither they fwarm, who have the public voice:
There choose, if plenty not diftracts thy choice.
To fee, and to be feen, in heaps they run;
Some to undo, and fome to be undone.

From Romulus the rife of plays began, To his new fubjects a commodious man; Who, his unmarried foldiers to fupply, Took care the commonwealth fhould multiply: Providing Sabine women for his braves, Like a true king, to get a race of flaves.

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