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Has not as yet her genial Power diftill'd,
Nor with prolific Juice the Veffels fill'd.
If then a Damfel, who defigns to wed,
Would reap the Pleafures of the Nuptial Bed
Let her (for Themis thefe ftrict Rules ordains,
To curb too forward Nymphs, and eager Swains)
Expect with Patience, till the rolling Sun
Has twice fix times his Annual Journey run ;
Till her maturing Years begin to bloom,
And promife early Offspring to the Womb.
For when the fwelling Mass is firmly knit,
And the ripe Virgin glows with perfect Heat ;
Then rofy Streams from fecret Springs abound,
Which kindly bathe the fruitful Womb around
By Nature's prudent Care provided well,
To feed the fleeping Infant in his Cell:
Then her foft Breafts the Lover's Heart infpire
With tempting Heavings, and provoke Defire.
So fhould the Youth attend, till Time begin
With moffy Down to clothe and fledge the Chin;
Till the firm Channels fwell with vigorous 'Blood,
And roll, impetuous, a prolific Flood.
Then, if kind Juno his Endeavours blefs,
He fafely may the wedded Fair carefs,
And venture on Love's foft and clofe Recefs.

If Youths and Virgins would thefe Rules obey,
And wifely follow where I chalk the Way,
What beauteous Bloffoms would their Labours bring?
What Fruits would in the Bridal Chamber spring?

Would

Would they with equal Conftitutions join,

Man would be all Harmonious, all Divine,

And Angels heav'nly Looks would in God's Image fhine..

MEAN time, while lab'ring in this pleafing Art, The facred Laws of Nature I impart ;

While to the married Pair the willing Mufe

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Gives found Inftructions of important Use:
Lo! A young Hero of Imperial Race,
With early Manhood and fuperior Grace,
Mounts the Paternal Throne of France, and brings
New Glory to the Blood from whence he fprings,
The worthy Succeffor of Antient Kings.
LEWIS! Heav'ns darling Offspring, from above
Sent to Command with Equity and Love;
By wholefom Laws the factious World to bind,
And be a prefent Succour to Mankind.
What Royal Mien! What mingled Graces rife
In every Part, and lighten from his Eyes!
What Majefty of Soul, afpiring to the Skies!
A thousand Goddeffes admire his Charms,
His Princely Air a thoufand Nymphs alarms,
A thousand Sighs they fend, to languish in his Arms.
Him the bright Nymph of Auftria's Blood adores,
Who burns where Tagus gilds Iberian Shores:
The gentle Winds tell every fecret Groan,
And waft her Wishes to the Gallic Throne.
If, Mighty Prince, Thou to the Match incline,
Spain, and her Indian Treasures shall be thine.
For Thee the tender Lufitanian Dame
Confumes, and rivals the Hefperian Flame.

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For Thee fhe pines; for Thee the Beauties glow,
Which drink the German Rhine and Latian Po.
All stung alike, and emulous to tread

The Bridal Room, and mount thy lofty Bed.

But Thou! the Hope of the Burbonian Line,
A foreign Hymen's facred Torch decline.
Of thofe refulgent Stars which croud our Sky,
And fparkle in the Celtic Galaxy,

A hundred Beauties in thy Court are feen,
Deferving the high Title of thy Queen;
On whofe fair Birth a Planet, like thy own,
With friendly Influence, propitious fhone;
Whence kindly Seeds arife, and Kisses not unknown.
Nor be to fond Defires fo blindly loft,

To chufe a Nymph, whom turbid Tyber's Coast,
Or whom Aufonia's petty Princes boast,

Nor, mindlefs of the Blood which swells each Vein,
Admit, as Confort of thy glorious Reign,
Such humble Births, a mean degenerate Strain,

Confult thy Royalty with nicest Care,

And fix with Judgment on the chofen Fair,
Worthy to languish by a Monarch's Side;
Nor fue by Proxy to an absent Bride.
Survey in Perfon the delicious Prize,

And drink in Love, at thy own piercing Eyes:
Demand her Perfon on a double Score,

Much for her Beauty, for her Vertue more.

Mad

Mad Custom! Where a Queen is led to climb
(Unseen before) the Royal Bed fublime :
Where Kings are guided by another's Voice,
And follow blindfold the deputed Choice.
Be this thy first and latest Wish, to prove,
In filken Chains of Matrimonial Love,
Some charming Heroine of high Defcent,
The Partner of thy Breast and Government :
From whose Celestial Loins may fpring an Heir,
Great, like his Father; like his Mother, Fair :
Whose native Charms with an ingaging Art,
Win the glad Soul, and steal upon the Heart.
The confcious People willingly obey.
When e'er defigning Destiny makes way
By manly Beauty to Imperial Sway;
When they behold a Royal Infant born,
Whofe ftarry Temples fhall the Crown adorn.
Where is the mighty Gain, that from a Stem
Of Kings, a Funo share thy Diadem ?
If you attempt th' Embraces of a Queen

In Body foul, with fwarthy Cheeks obfcene;

How will the damp thy Flames, thy Pleasures cloy?
What Love can fhe inspire? What real Joy?
What juft Materials bring for thy fucceeding Boy ?
Unfit for Scepters, his unprincely Face,
Abhorring from the Brightness of thy Race,
Thy Subjects fhall pervert, thy Throne disgrace.

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NOR is the Secret to the Mufe unknown,
How Courts, to frequent Wantonneffes prone,
By loose Defires, and high Examples led,
Stain the chafte Honours of the Royal Bed.
How a young Monarch, to his Queen unjust,
Oft licenfes the fafhionable Luft.

So in Olympus once, Adult'rous Fove
Left his loath'd Juno for a human Love :
In Earth and Heaven his fpurious Offspring fow'd,
Profufely scatter'd his immortal Blood,

And stock'd the Sky with a promifcuous Brood.
Great Sire, abandon this opprobrious Life,
Contented with a lov'd, and loving Wife.
Let the pure Iffue of unfpotted Flames
Thy Scepter wield, and fhun lascivious Dames.

BUT if my private Mufe, without Offence,
May freely utter her impartial Senfe;
There might be found a more adapted Mate
Of higher Vertues, tho of humbler State:
Who with requiting Fires thy Fires would meet,
Of Temper equal, and of Form complete ;
Whofe Looks might soften and unbend thy Care,
And ease the Burden of the Gold you wear.
Others, who court Alliance to thy Throne,
Seek but to ftrengthen, and secure their own:
So the weak Branches of the tender Vine

In circling Folds the married Elm intwine.
But Kings, who to themselves their Grandeur owe,
Self-ballanc'd, on unmoy'd Foundations grow:

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