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Into the fair, with women mix’d, he went,
I hear your cautious counsel, you would say,
The poor Ogulnia, on the poet's day, Will borrow clothes, and chair, to see the play: She, who before had mortgag'd her estate, And pawn'd the last remaining piece of plate. Some are reduc'd their utmost shifts to try : But women have no shame of poverty. They live beyond their stint; as if their ftore The more exhausted, would encrease the more : Some men, instructed by the lab'ring ant, Provide againt th' extremities of want; But womankind, that never knows a mean, Down to the dregs their finking fortune drain: Hourly they give, and spend, and wafte, and wear : And think no pleasure can be bought too dear.
There are who in soft eunuchs place their bliss; To fhun the scrubbing of a bearded kiss ; And 'scape abortion ; but their folid joy Is 5 when the page, already past a boy, Is capon'd late ; and to the guelder shown, With his two pounders to perfection grown.
5 He taxes women with their loving eunuchs, who can get no children; but adds, that they only love such eunuchs as are gelded when they are already at the age of manhood.
When all the navel-ftring could give, appears ;
If songs they love, the finger's voice they force .
adorn: Run over all the strings, and kiss the case ; And make love to it, in the master's place.
A certain lady once of high degree, To Janus vow'd, and Vefta's deity, That 7 Pollio might, in singing, win the prize; Pollio the dear, the darling of her eyes : She pray’d, and brib'd; what could the more have done For å fick husband, or an only fon? With her face veild, and heaving up her hands, The shameless suppliant at the altar stands; The forms of pray'r fe folemnly pursues; And, pale with fear, the offer'd entrails views Answer, ye Pow'rs : for, if you heard her vow, Your Godthips, sure, had little else to do.
This is not all; for 8 actors, they implore : An impudence not known to heav'n before, Th'9 Aruspex, tir'd with this religious rout, Is forc'd to stand so long, he gets the gout.
6 The god of luft.
9 He who inspects the entrails of the sacrifice, and from thence foretels the success,
But suffer not thy wife abroad to roam,
Their endless itch of news comes next in play;
She, first, beholds the raging comet rise : Knows whom it threatens, and what land destroys, Still for the freshest news fhe lies in wait; And takes reports juft entring at the gate. Wrecks, floods, and fires; whatever she can meet, She spreads; and is the fame of ev'ry street.
This is a grievance; but the next is worse; A very judgment, and her neighbours curse: For, if their barking dog disturb her ease, No pray'r can bind her, no excuse appease. Th' unmanner'd malefactor is arraign’d ; But first the master, who the curr maintain'd, Muft feel the scourge : by night fhe leaves her bed. By night her bathing equipage is led, That marching armies a less noise create ; She moves in tumult, and the sweats in state. Mean while, her guests their appetites must keep; Some gape for hunger, and fome gasp for fleep. At length she comes, all Aufh'd; but ere she sup, Swallows a swinging preparation-cup; And then to clear her stomach, spews it up. The deluge-vomit all the floor o'erflows, And the four favour nauseates ev'ry nose. She drinks again ; again the spews a lake ; Her wretched hulband sees, and dares not speak :
But mutters many a curse against his wife ;
But of all plagues, the greatest is untold ;
The gawdy gossip, when she's set agog, In jewels drest, and at each ear a bob,
1 The god of (miths.
2 The ancients thought that with such sounds they could bring the moon out of her eclipse.
3 A woman who has learned logick.
4 A woman grammarian, who corrects her husband for speaking falle Latin, which is called breaking Priscian's head,
Goes flaunting out, and in her trim of pride,
She duely, once a month, renews her face ;
'Tis worth our while, to know what all the day
year; the treats Her visitors, and talks; but still she beats. Beats while she paints her face, surveys her gown, Casts
up the day's account, and fill beats on: Tir'd out, at length, with an outrageous tone, She bids 'em in the devil's name be gone.
5 A train of ibefe. That is, of the-asses.