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To bis mistress, whose busband is invited to a feast
with them. The poet instructs her bow to behave herself in his company.
And am poor
husband will be with us at the treat; May that be the last supper he shall eat.
I a guest invited there,
kiss and hug your nauseous lord,
Sit next him (that belongs to decency)
upon our last embrace, With your fore-finger gently touch
face. If any
word of mine offend my dear, Pull, with your hand, the velvet of your ear. If
you are pleas’d with what I do or say, Handle your rings, or with your fingers play. As fuppliants use at altars, hold the board, Whene'er you with the devil may
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 you, and I will snatch it from the boy ; Watching the part
your sweet mouth hath been, And thence with eager lips will suck it in. If he, with clownish manners, thinks it fit To taste, and offer you the nafty bit,
Reject his greasy kindness, and restore
your petticoat. Take not his leg between your tender thighs, 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 Nift For a bare bout, ill huddled o’er in haste, While o'er my side the fair her mantle cast. You to your husband shall not be so kind; But, lest you should, your mantle leave behind.
Encourage him to tope; but kiss him not,
fake. And whate'er fortune shall this night befal, Coax me to-morrow, by forswearing all.
O V I D’s A MOUR S.
BOOK II. ELEG. 19.
F for thyself thou wilt not watch thy whore,
Watch her for me, that I may love her more.
fantastic humor knew, Play'd trick for trick, and kept herself ftill 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 occasion to be sweet again. With what a gust, ye gods, we then iinbrac'd ! How ev'ry kiss was dearer than the last !