Reviving from her fwoon, her robes fhe tore, 830

Nor her own faultlefs face to wound forbore.

Now all difhevell'd to the wood fhe flies,

With Bacchanalian fury in her eyes:

Thither arriv'd, the leaves below her friends,

And all alone the fhady hill afcends.

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What folly, Procris! o'er thy mind prevail'd?
What rage,
thus fatally to lie conceal'd?
Whoe'er this Aura be (fuch was thy thought)
She now fhall in the very fact be caught.
Anon thy heart repents its rafh designs,

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And now to go and now to stay inclines.

Thus love with doubts perplexes ftill thy mind,

And makes thee feek what thou must dread to find:

But ftill thy rival's name rings in thy ears,

And more fupicious ftill the place appears;
But more than all exceffive love deceives,
Which all it fears too easily believes.

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And now a chilnefs run thro' ev'ry vein, Soon as the faw where Cephalus had lain.

'Twas noon, when he again retir'd to fhun

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The fcorching ardour of the midday fun;

With water first he sprinkled o'er his face,

Which glow'd with heat, then fought his ufual place.

Procris, with anxious, but with filcht care,

View'd him extended, with his bofom bare,
And heard him foon th' accuftom'd words repeat,
Come, Zephyr! Aura! come, allay this heat."

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Soon as the found her errour from the word,
Her colour and her temper were reftor'd:
With joy fhe rofe to clasp him in her armis,
But Cephalus the rustling noise alarms;
Some beaft, he thinks, he in the bushes hears,
And ftraight his arrows and his bow
prepares.
Hold! hold! unhappy youth!—I call in vain;

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With thy own hand thou haft thy Procris flain. 865 Me,me,"fhe cries," thou'll wounded with thy dart! "But Cephalus was wont to wound this heart: "Yet lighter on my ashes earth will lie,

"Since, tho' untimely, I unrivall'd die.

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"Come, close with thy dear hand my eyes in death, "Jealous of Air, to Air I yield my breath." Close to his heavy heart her cheek he laid, And wafh'd with ftreaming tears the wound he made; At length the fprings of life their currents leave, And her last gafp her husband's lips receive.

Now to pursue our voyage we must provide, Till safe to port our weary bark we guide.

You may expect, perhaps, I now fhould teach' What rules to treats and entertainments reach. Come not the first invited to a feast;

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Rather come laft, as a more grateful gueft;
For that of which we fear to be depriv'd, "
Meets with the fureft welcome when arriv'd."
Befides, complexions of a coarfer kind

From candlelight no fmall advantage find.

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During the time you eat observe some grace,
Nor let your unwip'd hands befmear your face;
Nor yet too squeamishly your meat avoid,

Left we fufpect you were in private cloy'd.
Of all extremes in either kind beware,
And ftill before your belly 's full forbear.

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No glutton nymph; however fair, can wound,
Tho' more than Helen fhe in charms abound.

I own I think of wine the mod'rate use
More fuits the fex, and fooner finds excuse;
It warms the blood, adds luftre to the eyes,
And Wine and Love have always been allies:
But carefully from all intemp`rance keep,
Nor drink till you fee double, lifp, or fleep;

For in fuch fleeps brutalities are done,

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Which tho' you loath you have no pow'r to fhun.
And now th' inftructed nymph, from table led,
Should next be taught how to behave in bed:
But modefty forbids nor more my Mufe

With weary wings the labour'd flight pursues; 995
Her purple fwans unyok'd the chariot leave,
And needful reft (their journey doņe) receive.
Thus with impartial care my art I show,

And equal arms on either sex bestow;

While men and mains, who by my rules improve, Qvid nuft own their mafter is in love.

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SATIRE XI. OF JUVENAL.

The Argument.

THE defign of this Satire, is to expofe and reprehend all manner of intemperance and debauchery, but more particularly that exorbitant luxury used by the Romans in their feafting. The poct draws the occafion from an invitation which he here makes to his friend to dine with him; very artfully preparing him, with what he was to expect from his treat, by beginning the satire with a particular invective. against the vanity and folly of fome perfons who, having but mean fortunes in the world, attempted to live up to the height of men of great estates and quality. He shows us the miferable end of fuch spendthrifts and gluttons, with the manner and courfes which they took to bring themfelves to it; advifing men to live within bounds, and to proportion their inclinations to the extent of their fortune. He gives his friend a bill of fare of the entertainment he has provided for him, and from thence he takes occafion to reflect upon the temperance and frugality of the greatest men in former ages, to which he oppofes the riot and intemperance of the prefent; atributing to the latter a visible remiffness in the care of Heaven over the Roman ftate. He inftances fome lewd practices at their feafts, and by the bye touches the nobility, with making vice and debauchery confitt with their principal pleafures. He concludes with a repeated invitation to his friend, advising him (in one particular fomewhat freely) to a neglect of all cares and difquiets for the prefent, and a moderate use of pleasures for the future.

Ir noble Atticus make fplendid feafts,

And with expenfive food indulge his guefts,
His wealth and quality fupport the treat;
Nor is it luxury in him, but ftate:

But when poor Rutilus fpends all he's worth,
In hopes of letting one good dinner forth,
'Tis downright madnefs: for what greater jets
Than begging gluttons, or than beggars' fealts?

But Rutilus is now notorious grown,
And proves the common theme of all the town.

A man in his full tide of youthful blood,
Able for arms, and for his country's good,
Urg'd by no pow'r, restrain'd by no advice,
But following his own inglorious choice,
'Mongst common fencers practises the trade,
That end debafing for which arms were made;
Arms, which to man ne'er-dying fame afford,
But his difgrace is owing to his fword.
Many there are of the fame wretched kind,
Whom their defpairing creditors may find
Lurking in fhambles, where with borrow'd coin
They buy choice meats, and in cheap plenty dine;
Such whofe fole blifs is eating; who can give
But that one brutal reason why they live:
And yet, what's more ridiculous, of these
The pooreft wretch is still most hard to please;
And he whofe thin tranfparent rags declare
How much his tatter'd fortune wants repair,
Would ranfack ev'ry element for choice
Of ev'ry fish and fowl at any price:

If brought from far it very dear has cost,
It has a flavour then which pleafes moft,
And he devours it with a greater guft.

In riot thus, while money lafts, he lives,
And that exhaufted, ftill new pledges gives,
Till forc'd of mere neceffity to eat,
He comes to pawn his dish to buy his meat.

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