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A Foreigner at length inform'd the King,
That flaughter'd Guests would kindly Moisture bring.
The King reply'd: On thee the Lot fhall fall;
Be thou, my Gueft, the Sacrifice for all.
Thus Phalaris Perillus taught to low,
And made him feafon firft the brazen Cow.
A rightful Doom, the Laws of Nature cry,
ris, the Artificers of Death fhould die.
Thus juftly Women fuffer by Deceit ;
Their Practice authorizes us to cheat.

Beg her, with Tears, thy warm Defires to grant ;
For Tears will pierce a Heart of Adamant.
If Tears will not be fqueez'd, then rub your Eye,
Or 'noint the Lids, and feem at least to cry.
Kifs, if you can: Refiftance if she make,
And will not give you Kiffes, let her take.
Fy, fy, you naughty Man, are Words of course;
She struggles but to be fubdu'd by Force.
Kifs only foft, I charge you, and beware,
With your hard Briftles not to brush the Fair.
He who has gain'd a Kifs, and gains no more,
Deferves to lofe the Blifs he got before.
If once the kifs, her Meaning is expreft ;
There wants but little Pufhing for the reft:
Which if thou doft not gain, by Strength or Art,
The Name of Clown then fuits with thy Defert;
Tis downright Dulnefs, and a fhameful Part.
Perhaps, the calls it Force; but, if she'scape,
She will not thank you for th' omitted Rape.
The Sex is cunning to conceal their Fires;
They would be forc'd e'en to their own Defires.
They feem t'accufe you, with a downcast Sight,
But in their Souls confess you did them right,

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Who might be forc'd, and yet untouch'd depart,
Thank with their Tongues, but curfe you with their
Fair Phebe and her Sifter did prefer

To their dull Mates the noble Ravifher.
What Deidamia did, in Days of yore,
The Tale is old, but worth the telling o'er.
When Venus had the golden Apple gain'd,'
And the juft Judge fair Helen had obtain❜d:
When the with Triumph was at Troy receiv'd,
The Trojans joyful, while the Grecians griev'd:
They vow'd Revenge of violated Laws,

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And Greece was arming in the Cuckold's Caufe:
Achilles, by his Mother warn'd from War,
Difguis'd his Sex, and lurk'd among the Fair.
What means acides to fpin and few?
With Spear and Sword in Field thy Valour fhew;
And, leaving this, the nobler Pallas know.

Why dost thou in that Hand the Distaff wield,
Which is more worthy to sustain the Shield ?
Or with that other draw the woolly Twine,
The fame the Fates for Hector's Thread affign?
Brandifh thy Falchion in thy pow'rful Hand,
Which can alone the pond'rous Lance command.
In the fame Room by chance the Royal Maid
Was lodg'd, and, by his feeming Sex betray'd,
Close to her fide the youthful Hero laid.
I know not how his Courtship he began ;
But, to her Coft, fhe found it was a Man.
'Tis thought she struggl'd; but withal 'tis thought,
Her Wish was to be conquer'd, when she fought.
For when difclos'd, and haft'ning to the Field,
He laid his Diftaff down, and took the Shield,
With Tears her humble Suit fhe did prefer,
And thought to ftay the grateful Ravisher.
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She fighs, fhe fobs, fhe begs him not to part:
And now 'tis Nature, what before was Art.
She strives by Force her Lover to detain,
And wishes to be ravish'd once again.
This is the Sex, they will not firft begin,
But, when compell'd, are pleas'd to fuffer Sin.
Is there, who thinks that Women first should woo?
Lay by thy Self-conceit, thou foolith Beau.
Begin, and fave their Modefty the Shame ;
'Tis well for thee, if they receive thy Flame.
'I'is decent for a Man to speak his mind;
They but expect th' Occafion to be kind.
Afk, that thou mayft enjoy; fhe waits for this;
And on thy first Advance depends thy Blifs.
E'en Jove himself was forc'd to fue for Love;
None of the Nymphs did first folicit Jove.
But if you find your Pray'rs increase her Pride,
Strike fail awhile, and wait another Tide.
They fly when we pursue; but make Delay,
And, when they fee you flacken, they will stay.
Sometimes it profits to conceal your End;
Name not your felf her Lover, but her Friend.
How many skittish Girls have thus been caught?
He prov'd a Lover, who a Friend was thought.
Sailors by Sun and Wind are fwarthy made;
A tann'd Complexion best becomes their Trade.
'Tis a difgrace to Ploughmen to be fair ;
Bluff Cheeks they have, and weather-beaten Hair.
Th' ambitious Youth, who feeks an Olive Crown,
Is fun-burnt with his daily Toil, and brown.
But if the Lover hopes to be in Grace,
Wan be his Looks, and meagre be his Face.
That Colour from the Fair Compaffion draws :
She thinks you fick, and thinks her felf the Caufe.

Orion wander'd in the Woods for Love:
His Palenefs did the Nymphs to pity move;
His ghaftly Vifage argu'd hidden Love.

Nor fail a Night-cap, in full Health, to wear;
Neglect thy Drefs, and difcompofe thy Hair.
All things are decent, that in Love avail :
Read long by Night, and ftudy to be Pale:
Forfake your Food, refuse your needful Reft;
Be miferable, that you may be bleft.

Shall I complain, or shall I warn you most ?
Faith, Truth, and Friendship in the World are loft ;
A little and an empty Name they boast.

Truft not thy Friend, much less thy Mistress praïfe ;
If he believe, thou mayft a Rival raise.
'Tis true, Patroclus, by no Luft misled,
Sought not to ftain his dear Companion's Bed.
Nor Pylades Hermione embrac'd;

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E'en Phedra to Pirithous ftill was chafte.
But hope not thou, in this vile Age, to find
Those rare Examples of a faithful Mind.
The Sea fhall fooner with fweet Honey flow;
Or from the Furzes Pears and Apples grow.
We fin with Guft, we love by Fraud to gain;
And find a Pleasure in our Fellow's Pain.
From Rival Foes you may the Fair defend;
But, would you ward the Blow, beware your Friend ::
Beware your Brother, and your next of Kin ;
But from your Bofom-Friend your Care begin.

Here I had ended, but Experience finds,
That fundry Women are of fundry Minds ;
With various Crotchets fill'd, and hard to please:
They therefore must be caught by various Ways.
All things are not produc'd in any Soil;
This Ground for Wine is proper, that for Oil.

So'tis in Men, but more in Woman-kind :

Diff'rent in Face, in Manners, and in Mind :
But wife Men shift their Sails with every Wind:
As changeful Proteus vary'd oft his Shape,
And did in fundry Forms and Figures 'Icape;
A running Stream, à ftanding Tree became,,
A roaring Lion, or a bleating Lamb.

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Some Fish with Harpons, fome with Darts are ftruck,
Some drawn with Nets, fome hang upon the Hook:
So turn thy felf; and imitating them,

Try fev'ral Tricks, and change thy Stratagem.
One Rule will not for diff'rent Ages hold;
The Jades grow cunning, as they grow more old.
Then talk not Baudy to the bafhful Maid;
Broad Words will make her Innocence afraid.
Nor to an ign'rant Girl of Learning speak ;
She thinks you conjure, when you talk in Greek.
And hence 'tis often feen, the Simple shun
The Learn'd, and into vile Embraces run.
Part of my Task is done, and Part to do:
But here 'tis time to reft my self and you.

The First Book of

OVID'S METAMORPHOSES.

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Infpire my Numbers with Coeleftial Heat ;
"Till I my long laborious Work compleat;
And add perpetual Tenour to my Rhymes,
Deduc'd from Nature's Birth to Cæfar's Times.

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