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“ 'Tis what I want, and 'tis a peu’orth too;
Meantime, if she be carried in her chair, In many years I will not trouble you.”
Approach, but do not seem to know she's there. If you complain you have no ready coin; Speak softly to delude the standers-by ; No matter, 'tis but writing of a line,
Or, if aloud, then speak ambiguously. A little bill, not to be paid at sight;
If sauntering in the portico she walk, Now curse the time when thou wert taught to write. Move slowly too; for that's a time for talk: She keeps her birth-day; you must send the cheer; And sometimes follow, sometimes be ber guide: And she'll be born a hundred times a year. But, when the crowd permits, go side by side. With daily lies she dribs thee into cost;
Nor in the play-house let her sit alone : That ear-ring dropt a stone, that ring is lost. For she 's the play-house and the play in one. They often borrow what they never pay;
There thou may'st ogle, or by signs advance
And pity in the play the lover's pains;
Nor with a punice make your body bare.
Leave those effeminate and useless toys Nor is an angry god invok'd in vain.
To eunuchs, who can give no solid joys. With promis'd gifts her easy mind bewitch; Teglect becomes a man: this Theseus found: For ev'n the poor in promise may be rich.
Uncurl'd, uncomb'd, the nymph his wishes crown'd. Vain hopes awhile her appetite will stay;
The rough Hippolytus was Phædra's care: 'Tis a deceitful, but cominodious way.
And Venus thought the rude Adonis fair. Who gives is mad; but make her still believe Be not too finical; but yet be clean: "Twiilcome, and that's the cheapest way to give. And wear well-fashion'd clothes, like other men. Ev'n barren lands fair promises afford;
Let not your teeth be yellow, or be foul ; But the lean harvest cheats the starving lord. Nor in wide shoes your feet too loe zely roll. Buy not thy first enjoyment, lest it prove
Of a black muzzle, and long beard, beware; Of bad example tv thy future love :
And let a skilful barber cut your hair. But get it gratis; and she 'll give thee more, Your nails be pick'd from filth, and even pard; For fear of losing what she gave before.
Nor let your nasty nostrils bud with beard. The losing gamester shakes the box in vain, Cure your unsavory breath, gargle your taroat; Aud bleeds, and loses on, in hopes to gain. And free your armpits from the ram and goat. Write then, and in thy letter, as I said,
Dress not, in short, too little or too much; Let her with mighty promises be fed.
And be not wholly French, vor wholly Dutch. Cydippe by a letter was betray'd,
Now Bacchus calls me to his jolly rites : Writ on an apple to th’unwary maid.
Who would not follow, when a god invites? She read herself into a marriage-vow
He helps the poet, and his pen inspires, (And every cheat in love the gods allow).
Kind and indulsent to his former fires. Learn eloquence, ye noble youth of Rome;
Fair Ariadne wanderd on the shore, It will not only at the bar o'ercome:
Forsaken now; and Theseus lov'd no more : Swect words the people and the senate move; Loose was her gown, dishevell’d was her hair; But the chief end of eloquence is love.
Her bosom naked, and her feet were bare : But in thy letter hide thy moving arts;
Exclaiming, on the water's brink she stood; Aficct not to be thought a man of parts.
Her briny tears augment the bring food. None but vain fools to simple women preach: She shriek’d, and wept, and both became her face: A learned letter oft has made a breach.
No posture could that heavenly form disgrace. In a familiar style your thoughts convey,
She beat her breast: “ The traitor's gone," said And write such things as present you would say ; Such words as from the heart may seem to move : “ What shall become of poor forsaken me? 'Tis wit enough, to make her think you love. What shall become”-she had not time for more, If seal'd she sends it back, and will not read, The sounding cymbals rattled on the shore. Yet hope, in time, the business may succeed. She swoons for fear, she falls upon the ground; In time the steer will to the yoke submit; No vital beat was in her body found. In time the restiff horse will bear the bit.
The Mimallonian dames about her stood; Ev’n the hard plough-share use will wear away; And scudding Satyrs rau before their god. And stubborn steel in length of time decay.
Silenus on bis ass did next appear, Water is soft, and marble hard; and yet
And held upon the mane (the god was clear); We see soft water through hard marble eat. The drunken sire pursues, the dames retire; Though late, yet Troy at length in tlames expird ; Sometimes the drunken dames porsue the drunken. And ten years more Penelope had tird.
At last he topples over on the plain; (sire. Perhaps thy lines unanswer'd she retain'd; The Satyrs laugh, and bid him rise again. No matter; there's a point already gaiu’d: And now the god of wine came driving on, For she, who reads, in time will answer too; High on his chariot by swift tigers drawn. Things must be left by just degrees to grow. Her colour, voice, and sense, forsook the fair; Perhaps she writes, but answers with disdain, Thrice did her trembling feet for flight prepare, And sharply bids you not to write again : And thrice affrighted did her flight forbear. What she requires, she fears you should accord; She shook, like leaves of corn when tempests blow, The jilt would not be taken at lier word.
Or slender reeds that in the marshes grow.
To whom the god : “ Compose thy fearful mind; Act well the lover; let thy speech abound
In dying words, that represent thy wound:
All women think they merit to be lov'd. And guide on seas the doubtful mariner.”
Sometimes a man begins to love in jest, He said, and, from his chariot leaping light, And, after, feels the torment he profest. Lest the grim tigers should the nymph affright, For your own sakes be pitiful, ye fair; His brawny arms around her waist he threw For a feign'd passion may a true prepare. (For gods, whate'er they will, with ease can do) By flatteries we prevail on womankind; And swiftly bore her thence: th' attending throng As hollow banks by streams are undermin'd. Shout at the sight, and sing the nuptial song. Tell her, her face is fair, her eyes are sweet : Now in full bowls her sorrow she may steep: Her taper fingers praise, and little feet. The bridegroom's liquor lays the bride asleep. Such praises ev'n the chaste are pleas'd to hear;
But thou, when flowing cups in triumph ride, Both maids and matrons hold their beauty dear. And the lov'd nymph is seated ly thy side;
Once naked Pallas with Jove's queen appear'd;.
Applaud his running, and he mends his pace.
'Tis for our interest that the gods should be; (A husband is a most convenient friend).
Let us believe them: I believe, they see,
Or kings below, supine upon their thrones.
Lead then your lives as present in their sight; And what he says, be seconded by thee.
Be just in dealings, and defend the right; 'Tis common to deceive through friendship’s By fraud betray not, nor oppress by might.
But 'tis a venial sin to cheat the fair; But, common though it be, 'tis still to blame: All men have liberty of conscience there. Thus factors frequently their trust betray, On cheating nymphs a cheat is well design'd; And to themselves their masters' gains convey. 'Tis a protane and a deceitful kind. Drink to a certain pitch, and then give o'er; 'Tis said, that Ægypt for nine years was dry, Toy tongue and fect may stumble, drinking more. Nor Nile did floods, por Heaven did rain supply. Of dowken quarrels in her sight beware;
A foreigner at length inform’d the king, [bring. Pot-valour only serves to fright the fair.
That slaughter'd guests would kindly moisture Eurytion justly fell, by wine opprest,
The king reply'd : “ On thee the lot shall fall; For his rude riot at a wedding-feast.
Be thou, my guest, the sacrifice for all.” Sing, if you have a voice; and show your parts
Thus Phalaris Perillus taught to low, In dancing, if endued with dancing arts.
And made him season first the brazen cow. Do any thing within your power to please; A rightful doom, the laws of Nature cry, Nay, ev'n affect a seeming drunkenness;
'Tis the artificers of death should die. Clip every word; and if by chance you speak Thus justly womer suffer by deceit; Two home, or if too broad a jest you break, Their practice authorises us to cheat. lo your excuse the company will join,
Beg her, with tears, thy warm desires to grant; And lay the fault upon the force of wine.
For tears will pierce a heart of adamant. True drunkenness is subject to offend;
If tears will not be squeez'd, then rub your eye, But when 'tis feign'd 'tis oft a lover's friend. Or 'noint the lids and seem at least to cry. Then safely may you praise her beauteous face, Kiss, if you can: resistance if she make, And call him bappy, who is in her grace.
And will not give you kisses, let her take. Hur husband thinks himself the man design'd; “Fy, fy, you naughty man!" are words of course; But curse the cuckold in your secret mind. She struggles but to be subdued by force. When all are risen, and prepare to go,
Kiss only soft, I charge you, and beware, Mix with the croud, and tread upon her toe. With your bard bristies not to brush the fair. This is the proper time to make thy court;
He who has gaind a kiss, and gains no more, For now she's in the vein, and fit for sport.
Deserves to lose the bliss he got before.
If once she kiss, her meaning is exprest;
Which if thou dost not gain, by strength or art, Now speak and speed, for Venus loves the bold. The name of clown then suits with thy desert; No rules of rhetoric bere I need afford :
'Tis downright dulness, and a shameful part. Only begin, and trust the following word;
Perhaps, she calls it force; but, if she 'scape, li will be witty of its own accord.
She will not thank you for th' omitted rape.
The sex is cunning to conceal their fires; 'Tis a disgrace for ploughmen to be fair;
Thank with their tongues, but curse you with their Wan be his looks, and meagre be his face,
She thinks you sick, and thinks herself the cause. What Deidamio did in days of yore,
Orion wander'd in the woods for love: The tale is old, but worth the reading o'er.
His paleness did the nymphs to pity move; When Venus had the golden apple gain'd,
His ghastly visage argu'd hidden love. And the just judge fair Helen had obtain'd: Nor faii a night-cap in full health, to wear; When she with triumph was at Troy receivid, Neglect thy dress, and discompose thy hair. The Trojans joyful, while the Grecians griev'd : All things are decent, that in love avail : They vow'd revenge of violated laws,
Read long by night, and study to be pale: And Greece was arming in the cuckold's cause : Forsake your food, refuse your needful rest; Achilles, by his mother warn’d from war,
Be miserable, that you may be blest. Disguis'd his sex, and lurk'd among the fair.
Shall I complain, or shall I warn you most ? What! means Æacides to spin and sew?
Faith, truti, and friendship, in the world are lost; With spear and sword in field thy valour shew; A little and an empty name they boast. And, leaving this, the nobler Pallas know. Trust not tly friend, much less thy mistress praise; Why dost thou in that band the distaff wield, If he believe, thou may'st a rival raise. Which is more worthy to sustain the shield ? 'Tis true, Petroclus, by no lust misled, Or with that other draw the woolly twine, Sought not to stain his dear companion's bed. The same the Fates for Hector's thread assign? Nor Pylades Hermione embrac'd ; Brandish thy falchion in thy powerful hand, Ev'n Phædra to Pirithous still was chaste. Which can alone the ponderous lance command. But hope nottbou, in this vile age, to find In the same room by chance the royal maid Those rare examples of a faithful mind. Was lodg'd, and, by his seeming sex betray'd, The sea shall sooner with sweet honey flow; Close to her side the youthful hero laid.
Or from the furzes pears and apples grow. I know not how his courtship he began;
We sin with gust, we love by fraud to gain; But, to her cost she found it was a man.
And find a pleasure in our fellows pain. 'Tis thought she struggled; but withal 'tis thought, From rival foes you may the fair defend; Her wish was to be conquerd, when she fought. But, would you ward the blow, beware your friends For when, disclos'd, and hastening to the field, Beware your brother, and your next of kin; Hlaid his distaff down, and took the shield, But from your bosom-friend your cares begin. With tears her humble suit she did prefer,
Here I had ended, but experience finds, And thought to stay the grateful ravisher.
That sundry women are of sundry minds; She sighs, she sobs, she begs him not to part: With various crotchets fill'd, and hard to please: And now 'tis nature what before was art.
They therefore must be caught by various ways. She strives by force her lover to detain,
All things are not produc'd in any soil; And wishes to be ravish'd once again.
This ground for wine is proper, that for oil. This is the sex ; they will not first begin,
So 'tis in men, but more in womankind: But, when compellid, are pleas'd to suffer sin. Different in face, in manners, and in mind : Is there, who thinks that women first should woo? But wise men shift their sails with every wind, Lay by thy self-conceit, thou foolish bean. As changeful Proteus vary'd oft his shape, Begin, and save their modesty the shame;
And did in sundry forms and figures 'scape; 'Tis well for thee, if they receive thy fame. A running strean, a standing tree became, 'Tis decent for a inan to speak his mind;
A roaring lion, or a bleating lamb. They but expect th' occasion to be kind.
Some fish with harpoons, some with darts are Ask, that thou may'st enjoy; she waits for this;
struck, And on thy first advance depends thy bliss. Some drawn with nets, some hang upon the hook : Ev'n Jove himself was forc'd to sue for love; So turn thyself; and, imitating them, None of the nymphs did first solicit Jove.
Try several tricks, and change thy stratagem. But if you find your prayers increase her pride, One rule will not for different ages hold; Strike sail awhile, and wait another tide.
The jades grow cunning, as they grow more old. They fly when we pursue ; but make delay, Then talk not bawdy to the bashful maid; And, when they see you slacken, they will stay. Broad words will make her innocence afraid. Sometimes it profits to conceal your end;
Nor to an ignorant girl of learning speak; Name not yourself her lover, but her friend. She thinks you conjure, when you talk in Greek. How many skittish girls bave thus been caught! And hence 'tis often seen, the simple shun He prov'd a lover, who a friend was thought. The learn'd, and into vile embraces run. Sailors by sun and wind are swarthy made;
Part of my task is done, and part to do: A tanp'd complexion best becomes their trade. But here 'tis time to rest myself and you.
TRANSLATIONS FROM HOMER.
What power provok'd, and for what cause relate, THE FIRST BOOK
Sow'd, in their breasts, the seeds of stern debate :
Jove's and Larona's son his wrath express'd,
In vengeance of his violated priest,
Refus'd his presents, and his prayers deny'd.
For this the god a swift contagion spread
Amid the camp, where heaps on heaps lay dead. Chryses, priest of Apollo, brings presents to the For venerable Chryses came to buy, [berty.
Grecian princes, to ransom his daughter Chry- | With gold and gifts of price, his daughter's liseis, who was prisoner in the fleet. Agamemnon, Suppliant before the Grecian chiefs he slood; the general, whose captive and mistress the Awful, and arm'd with ensigns of his god : young lady was, refuses to deliver, threatens the
Bare was his hoary head; one holy hand venerable old man, and dismisses him with con- Held forth his laurel crown, and one his sceptre tumely. The priest craves vengeance of his of command. god; who sends a plague among the Greeks: | His suit was common; but above the rest, which occasions Achilles, their great champion, | To both the brother-princes thus address'd: to summon a council of the chief officers: he “ Ye sons of Atreus, and ye Grecian powers, encourages Calchas, the high priest and prophet, So may the gods who dwell in heavenly bowers to teal the reason, why the gods were so much Succeed your siege, accord the vows you make, incensed against them. Calchas is fearful of And give you Troy's imperial town to take ; provoking Agamemnon, till Achilles engages to So, by their happy conduct, may you come protect him: then, emboldened by the bero, he with conquest back to your sweet native home; accuses the general as the cause of all, by de
As you receive the ransom which I bring taining the fair captive, and refusing the pre- (Respecting Jove, and the far-shooting king), sents offered for her ransom. By this proceed- and break my daughter's bonds, at my desire; ing, Agamemnon is obliged, against his will, to
And glad with her return her grieving sire." restore Chryseis, with gifts, that he might ap- With shouts of loud acclaim the Greeks decree pease the wrath of Phæbus; but, at the same
To take the gifts, to set the damsel free. time, to revenge himself on Achilles, sends to
The king of men alone with fury burn'd: seize his slave Briseis. Achilles, thus affronted, And, haughty, these opprobrious words return'd : complains to his mother Thetis; and begs her “ Hence, hoiy dotard, and avoid my sight, to revenge his injury, not only on the general, | Ere evil intercept thy tardy fight: but on all the army, by giving victory to the Nor dare to tread this interdicted strand, Trojans, till the ungrateful king became sensible
Lest not that idle sc ptre in thy hand, (stand. of his injustice. At the same time, he retires Nor thy god's crown, my vow'd revenge withfrom the camp into his ships, and withdraws his Hence, on thy life: the captive maid is mine; aid from his countrymen. Thetis prefers her Whom not for price or prayers I will resin: son's petition to Jupiter, who grants her suit. Mine she shall be, till creeping age and time Juno suspects her errand, and quarrels with her Her bloom have wither'd, and consum'd her prime. husband for his grant; till Vulcan reconciles Till then my royal bed she shall attend; his parents with a bowl of nectar, and sends And, having first adorn'd it, late ascend : them peaceably to bed.
This, for the night; by day, the web and loom,
And homely household-task, shall be her doom, THE wrath of Peleus' son,
o Muse, resound; Far from thy lov'd embrace, and her sweet native Whose dire effects the Grecian army found,
home.” And many a hero, king, and hardy knight, He said : the helpless priest reply'd no more, Were sent, in early youth, to shades of night: But sped his steps along the hoarse resounding Their limbs a prey to dogs and vultures made: Silent he fled; secure at length he stood, (shore : So was the sovereign will of Jove obey'd : Devoutly curs'd his foes, and thus invok'd his god ; From that ill-omen'd hour when strife begun,
“ ( source of sacred light, attend my prayer, Betwixt Atrides' great, and Thetis' god-like son. God with the silver bow and goldey hair ;
Whom Crysa, Cilla, Tenedos obeys,
Secure me then from his foreseen intent, And whose broad eye their happy soil surveys; That what his wrath may doom, thy valour may If, Smintheus, I have pour'd before thy shrine
prevent.” The blood of oxen, goats, and ruddy wine,
To this the stern Achilles made reply : And larded thighs on loaded altars laid,
“ Be bold; and on iny plighted faith rely, Hear, and my just revenge propitious aid. To speak what Phæbus bas inspir'd thy soul Pierce the proud Greeks, and with thy shafts attest For common good; and speak without control. How much thy power is injur'd in thy priest.” His godhead I invoke, by him I swear,
He pray'd, and Phobus, hearing, urg'd his That while my nostrils draw this vital air, With tury kindlexi, from Olympus' height; (dight, None shall presume to violate those bands; His quiver o'er his ample shouiders threw ; Or touch thy person with unhallow'd hands : His bow twang'd, and his arrows rattled as they Ev'n not the king of men that all commands." Black as a stormy night, he rang’d around [few. At this, resuming heart, the prophet said : The tents, and compass'd the devoted ground. “ Nor hecatomb unslain, nor vows unpaid, Then with full force his deadly bow he bent, On Greeks, accurs'd, this dire contagion bring, And feather'd fates among the mules and sump- Or call for vengeance from the bowyer king; ters sent:
But he the tyrant, whom none dares resist, Th'essay of rage, on faithful dogs the next; Affronts the godhead in his injur'd priest: And last, in human hearts his arrows fix'd. He keeps the dainsel captive in his chain, The god nine days the Greeks at rovers kill'd, And presents are refus'd, and prayers preferr'd Nine days the camp with funeral tires was tilid;
in vain. The tenth, Achilles, by the queen's command, For this th' avenging power employs his darts, Who bears Heaven's awful sceptre in her hand, And empties all his quiver in our hearts; A council summon'd: for the goddess griev'd Thus will persist, relentless in his ire, Her favour'd host should perish unreliev'd. Till the fair slave be render'd to her sire:
The kings assembled, soon their chief enclose; And ransom-free restor'd to his abode, Then from his seat the goddess-born arose, With sacrifice to reconcile the god : And thus undaunted spoke: “What now remains, Then he, perhaps, aton'd by prayer, may cease But that once more we tempt the watery plains, His vengeance justly vow'd, and give the peace." And, wandering homeward, seek our safety hence, Thus having said, he sate: thus answer'd then, In flight at least, if we can find defence?
Upstarting from his throne, the king of men, Such woes at once encompass us about,
His breast with fury fill'd, his eyes with fire; The plague within the camp, the sword without. Which, rolling round, he shot in sparkleson the sire: Consult, О king, the prophets of th' event :
Augur of ill, whose tongue was never found And whence these ills, and what the gods intent, Without a priestly curse, or boding sound; Let them by dreams explore; for dreams from For not one bless'd event foretold to me Jove are sent.
Pass'd through that mouth, or pass'd unwillingly. What want of offer'd victims, what offence And now thou dost with lies the throne invade, In fact committed could the Sun incense,
By practice harden'd in thy slandering trade. 'To deal bis deadly shafts ? What may remove Obtending Heaven, for wbate'er ills befal; His settled hate, and reconcile his love?
And sputtering under specious names thy gall, 'That he may look propitious on our toils; Now Phæbus is provok'd, bis rites and laws And hungry graves no more be glutted with our Are in his priest profan'd, and I the cause : spoils."
Since I detain a slave, my sovereign prize; Thus to the king of men the hero spoke, And sacred gold, your idol-god, despise. Then Calchas the desir'd occasion took :
I love her well: and well her merits claim, Calchas the sacred seer, who had in view
To stand preferr'd before my Grecian dame: Things present and the past ; and things to come Not Clytemnestra's self in beauty's bloom for knew :
More charın'd, or better ply'd the various loom : Supreme of augurs, who, by Phæbus taught, Minc is the maid; and brought in happy hour, The Grecian powers to Troy's destruction brought. With every household-grace adorn'd, tu bless my Skill'd in the secret causes of their woes,
nuptial bower. The reverend priest in graceful act arose :
Yet shall she be restor'd; since public good And thus bespoke Pelides: “ Care of Jove, Por private interest ought not to be withstood, Favour of all th' immortal powers above; To save th' effusion of my people's blood. Wouldst thou the seeds deep-sown of mischief But right requires, if I resign iny own, And why provok'd Apollo bends his bow ? [know, I should not suffer for your sakes alone; Plight first thy faith, inviolably true,
Alone excluded from the prize I gain’d, To save me from those ills, that may ensue. And by your common suffrage have obtain'd. For I shall tell ungrateful truths to those
The slave without a ransom shall be sent : W nose boundless powers of life and death dispose. It rests for you to make th' equivalent.” And sovereigns, ever jealous of their state,
To this the fierce Thessalian prince reply'd : Forgive not those whom once they mark for hate ; “ O first in power, but passing all in pride, Ev’n though th' offence they seeoringly digest, Griping, and still tenacious of thy hold, Revenge, like embers rak’d, within their breast, Wouldst thou the Grecian chiefs, though largelyBursts forth in flames; whose unresisted power
sould, Will seize th' unwary wretch, and soon devour. Should give the prizes they had gain'd before, Such, and no less is he, on whom depends
And with their loss thy sacrilege restore ? The sum of things ; and whom my tongue of Whate'er by force of arms the soldier got, force offunds.
Is each his own, by dividend of lot :