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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 fome fright, Make me lie rough on bulks each other night. These are the arts that best secure thy reign, And this the food, that muft my fires maintain. Grofs eafy love does, like grofs diet, pall, In squeafy ftomachs honey turns to gall. Had Danaë not been kept in brazen tow'rs, Jove had not thought her worth his golden
When Juno to a cow turn'd Io's fhape,
The jilting harlot ftrikes the fureft blow,
But thou dull husband of a wife too fair,
In short, be jealous as the devil in hell;
I have been patient, and forborn thee long,
I'll take no more indulgence at thy hand.
Do fomewhat I may wish thee at the devil.
Once more wear horns, before I quite forfake her, In hopes whereof, I reft thy cuckold-maker.