Admire the Dancer who her liking gains,
And pity in the Play the Lover's Pains ;
For her sweet fake the loss of time despise ;
Sit while the fits, and when fhe rifes rife.
But drefs not like a Fop, nor curl your Hair,
Nor with a Pumice make your Body bare.
Leave thofe effeminate and useless Toys
To Eunuchs, who can give no folid Joys.
Neglect becomes a Man: This Thefeus found:
Uncurl'd, uncomb'd, the Nymph his Wishes crown'd.
The rough Hippolytus was Phaedra's Care;

And Venus thought the rude Adonis fair.
Be not too finical; but yet be clean :

And wear well-fashion'd Clothes, like other Men.
Let not your Teeth be yellow, or be foul;
Nor in wide Shoes your Feet too loofly roll.
Of a black Muzzle, and long Beard, beware;
And let a skilful Barber cut your Hair.

Your Nails be pick'd from Filth, and even par'd;
Nor let your nafty Noftrils bud with Beard.
Cure your unfav'ry Breath, gargle your Throat;
And free your Armpits from the Ram and Goat.
Drefs not, in fhort, too little or too much;
And be not wholly French, nor wholly Dutch.
Now Bacchus calls me to his jolly Rites :
Who wou'd not follow, when a God invites ?
He helps the Poet, and his Pen infpires,
Kind and indulgent to his former Fires.
Fair Ariadne wander'd on the Shore,
Forfaken now; and Thefeus loved no more:
Loofe was her Gown, dishevel'd was her Hair ;
Her Bofom naked, and her Feet were bare:
Exclaiming, on the Water's brink fhe ftood;
Her briny Tears augment the briny Flood.

She

She fhriek'd, and wept, and both became her Face :
No Pofture cou'd that Heav'nly Form difgrace.
She beat her Breast: The Traitor's gone, said she;
What shall become of poor forfaken me?
What shall become-fhe had not time for more,
The founding Cymbals rattled on the Shore.
She fwoons for fear, fhe falls upon the Ground;
No vital Heat was in her Body found.
The Mimallonian Dames about her stood;
And fcudding Satyrs ran before their God.
Silenus on his Afs did next appear,

And held upon the Mane; (the God was clear)
The drunken Sire pursues, the Dames retire;
Sometimes the drunken Dames pursue the drunken Sire.
At last he topples over on the Plain ;

The Satyrs laugh, and bid him rife again.
And now the God of Wine came driving on,
High on his Chariot by swift Tigers drawn.
Her Colour, Voice, and Senfe forfook the Fair;
Thrice did her trembling Feet for flight prepare,
And thrice affrighted did her flight forbear.

She fhook, like Leaves of Corn when Tempefts blow,
Or flender Reeds that in the Marshes grow.
To whom the God: Compofe thy fearful Mind;

In me a truer Husband thou shalt find.

With Heav'n I will endow thee, and thy Star
Shall with propitious Light be feen afar,
And guide on Seas the doubtful Mariner.
He faid, and from his Chariot leaping light,
Left the grim Tigers fhou'd the Nymph affright,
His brawny Arms around her Waste he threw ;
(For Gods, whate'er they will, with ease can do:)
And swiftly bore her thence: th' attending throng
Shout at the Sight, and fing the Nuptial Song.

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Now

Now in full Bowls her Sorrow she may steep:
The Bridegroom's Liquor lays the Bride asleep.
But thou, when flowing Cups in Triumph ride,
And the lov'd Nymph is feated by thy fide;
Invoke the God, and all the mighty Pow'rs,
That Wine may not defraud thy Genial Hours.
Then in ambiguous Words thy Suit prefer,
Which she may know were all addrest to her.
In liquid purple Letters write her Name,

Which she may read, and reading find the Flame.
Then may your Eyes confefs your mutual Fires;
(For Eyes have Tongues, and Glances tell Defires).
Whene'er fhe drinks, be firft to take the Cup;
And, where the laid her Lips, the Bleffing fup.
When the to Carving does her Hand advance,
Put out thy own, and touch it as by chance.
Thy Service e'en her Husband must attend :
(A Husband is a most convenient Friend.)
Seat the Fool Cuckold in the highest Place:
And with thy Garland his dull Temples grace.
Whether below or equal in degree,

Let him be Lord of all the Company,

And what he says, be feconded by Thee.

'Tis common to deceive through Friendship's Name:
Bet, common though it be, 'tis ftill to blame :
Thus Factors frequently their Truft betray,
And to themselves their Mafters Gains convey.
Drink to a certain pitch, and then give o'er ;
Thy Tongue and Feet may stumble, drinking more.
Of drunken Quarrels in her fight beware;
Pot-Valour only ferves to fright the Fair.
Eurytion justly fell, by Wine oppreft,
For his rude Riot at a Wedding-Feaft.

Sing, if you have a Voice; and fhew your Parts
In Dancing, if endu'd with Dancing Arts.
Do any thing within your power to please ;
Nay, e'en affect a feeming Drunkenness ;
Clip ev'ry Word; and if by Chance you speak
Too home, or if too broad a Jeft you break,
In your excufe the Company will join,
And lay the Fault upon the Force of Wine.
True Drunkenness is subject to offend;
But when 'tis feign'd 'tis oft a Lover's Friend.
Then fafely you may praise her beauteous Face,
And call him Happy, who is in her grace.
Her Husband thinks himself the Man defign'd;
But curfe the Cuckold in your fecret Mind.
When all are risen, and prepare to go,
Mix with the Croud, and tread upon her Toe.
This is the proper time to make thy Court;
For now she's in the Vein, and fit for sport.
Lay Bashfulness, that ruftick Virtue, by ;
To manly Confidence thy Thoughts apply.
On Fortune's Foretop timely fix thy hold;
Now speak and speed, for Venus loves the Bold.
No Rules of Rhetorick here I need afford :
Only begin, and trust the following word;
It will be witty of its own accord.

A&t well the Lover; let thy Speech abound
In dying Words, that repesent thy Wound :
Diftruft not her Belief; fhe will be mov'd:
All Women think they merit to be lov❜d.
Sometimes a Man begins to love in jeft,
And, after, feels the Torment he profeft.
For your own fakes be pitiful, ye Fair
For a feign'd Paffion may a true prepare.

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By

By Flatteries we prevail on Womankind;
As hollow Banks by Streams are undermin'd.
Tell her, her Face is fair, her Eyes are fweet;
Her taper Fingers praife, and little Feet.

Such Praifes e'en the Chafte are pleas'd to hear;
Both Maids and Matrons hold their Beauty dear.
Once naked Pallas with Jove's Queen appear'd;
And ftill they grieve that Venus was preferr'd.
Praise the proud Peacock, and he spreads his Train:
Be filent, and he pulls it in again.

Pleas'd is the Courfer in his rapid Race;

Applaud his Running, and he mends his Pace.
But largely promife, and devoutly swear;
And, if need be, call ev'ry God to hear.
Jove fits above, forgiving with a Smile
The Perjuries that eafy Maids beguile.
He fwore to Juno by the Stygian Lake :
Forfworn, he dares not an Example make,
Or punish Falfhood, for his own dear fake.
'Tis for our Int' reft that the Gods fhou'd be;
Let us believe 'em : I believe, they see,
And both reward, and punish equally.
Not that they live above like lazy Drones,
Or Kings below, fupine upon their Thrones.
Lead then your Lives as prefent in their Sight;
Be juft in Dealings, and defend the Right;
By Fraud betray not, nor opprefs by Might.
But 'tis a Venial Sin to cheat the Fair;
All Men have Liberty of Confcience there.
On cheating Nymphs a Cheat is well defign'd;
'Tis a profane and a deceitful Kind.

'Tis faid, that Egypt for nine Years was dry, Nor Nile did Floods, nor Heav'n did Rain supply.

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