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See with what smeke our doles we celebrate: Say, in what nasty cellar under ground, (found ?" A hundred guests, invited, walk in state: (wait. Or what church-porch, your rogueship may be A hundred hungry slaves, with their Dutch kitchens, Answer, or answer not, 'tis all the same: Huge pans the wretches on their heads must bear, He lays me on, and makes me bear the blame, Wbich scarce gigantic Corbulo could rear: Before the bar, for beating him you come; Yet they must walk upright beneath the load : This is a poor man's liberty in Rome. Nay, run, and running blow the sparkling flames You beg his pardon; happy to retreat abroad:

With some remaining teeth, to chew your meat. Their coats, from botching newly bought, are torn. Nor is this all ; for when retir'd, you think Unwieldy timber-trees in waggons borne,

To sleep securely ; when the candles wink, Stretch'd at their length, beyond their carriage lie; When every door with iron-chains is barrd, That nod, and threaten ruin from on high. And roaring taverns are no longer heard ; For, should their axle break, its overthrow The rufħan-robbers by no justice aw'd, Would crush, and pound to dust, the crowd below: And unpaid cut-throat soldiers, are abroad, Nor friends their friends, nor sires their sons could Those venal souls, who, harden'd in each ill, know:

To save complaints and persecution, kill. Nor limbs, nor bones, nor carcase would remain: Chas'd from their woods and bogs, the padders come But a mash'd heap, a hotchpotch of the slain. To this vast city, as their native home; One vast destruction; not the soul alone,

To live at ease, and safely skulk in Rome. But bodies, like the soul, visibly are flown.

The forge in fetters only is employ'd; Meantime, unknowing of their fellows' fate, Our iron-mines exhausted and destroy'd The servants wash the platter, scour the plate, In shackles; for these villains scarce allow Then blow the fire, with puffing cheeks, and lay Goads for the teams, and plough-shares for the The rubbers, and the bathing sheets display ; Oh, happy ages of our ancestors, (plough. And oil them first; and each is handy in his way.

Beneath the kings and tribupitial powers ! But he, for whoin this busy care they take, One jail did all their criminals restrain; Poor ghost! is wandering by the Stygian lake: Which now the walls of Rome can scarce contain. Affrighted with the ferryman's grim face;

More I could say, more causes I could sliow
New to the horrours of that uncouth place; For my departure; but the Sun is low :
His passage begs with unregardled prayer :

The waggoner grows weary of my stay;
And wants two farthings to discharge his fare. And whips his horses forwards on their way.
Return we to the dangers of the night;

Farewell; and when, like me, o'erwhelm'd with And, first, behold our houses' dreadful height: You to your own Aquinum shall repair, [care, From whence come broken potsherds tumbling

To take a mouthful of sweet country-air, down;

Be mindful of your friend; and send me word, And leaky ware, from garret-windows thrown : What joys your fountains and cool shades afford : . Well may they break our heads, and mark the Then, to assist your satires, I will come; flinty stone.

And add new venom when you write of Rome.
'Tis want of sense to sup abroad too late ;
Unless thou first hast settled thy estate.
As many fates attend thy steps to meet,

THE SIXTH SATIRE OF
As there are waking windows in the street.
Bless the good gods, and think thy chance is rare

JUVENAL
To have a pisspot only for thy share.
The scouring drunkard, if he does not fight
Before his bed-time, takes no rest thatwight:

THE ARGUMENT.
Passing the tedious hours in greater pain
Than stern Achilles, when his friend was slain.

This satire, of almost double length to any of the 'Tis so ridiculous, but so true withal,

rest, is a bitter invective against the fair sex. A bully cannot sleep without a brawl:

It is, indeed, a common-place, from whence all Yet, though his youthful blood be fir'd with wine, the moderns have notoriously stolen their He wants not wit the danger to decline :

sharpest railleries. In his other satires, the Is cautious to avoid the coach and six,

poet has only glanced on some particular woAnd on the lacquies will no quarrel fix.

men, and generally scourged the men. His train of Aambeaux, and embroider'd coat, this he reserved wholly for the ladies. How May privilege my lord to walk secure on foot.

they had offended him, i know not : but upon But me, who must by moonlight homeward bepd, the whole matter, he is not to be excused for Or lighted only with a candle's end,

imputing to all, the vices of some few amongst Poor me he fights, if that be fighting, where them. Neither was it generously done of him, He only cudgels, and I only bear.

to attack the weakest as well as the fairest part He stands, and bids me stand: I must abide;

of the creation: neither do I know what moral For be's the stronger, and is drunk beside. (cries, he could reasonably draw from it. It could not “ Where did you whet your knife to night,” he

be to avoid the whole sex, if all had been true " And shred the leeks that in your stomach rise ?

which he alleges against them: for that had Whose windy beans have stuft your guts, and where

been to put an end to human-kind. And to bid Have your black thumbs been dipt in vinegar? us beware of their artifices, is a kind of silent With what companion cobbler have you fed, acknowledgment, that they have more wit than On old ox-cheeks, or he-goat's tougher head?

men: which turns the satire upon us, and parWhat, are you dumb? Quick with your answer, ticularly upon the poet; who thereby makes a Before my foot salutes you with a kick. (quick, compliment, where he meant a libel. If he im

But The sous of happy punks, the pandar's heir, Codrus had but one bed, so short to boot, Are privileged to sit in triumph there,

That bis short wife's short legs hung dangling out: Tu clap the first, and rule the theatre.

His cupboard's head six earthen pitchers grac'd,' Up to the gaileries, for shame, retri at; (seat." | Beneath them was his trusty tankard placd: For, by the Roscian law, the pois can claim no ind, to support this noble plate, there lay Who ever brought to bis rich daughter's bed A bending Chiron cast from honest clay: The man, that poll'd buttwelve-pence for bis head? His few Greek books a rotten chest containd; Who ever rain'd a poor man for his heir,

Whose covers much of mouldiness complain'd: Or call'd him to assist the judging chair?

Wbcre nice and rats devour'd poetic bread; The poor were wise, who, by the rich opprest, And with heroic verse luxuriously were fcd. Withdrew, and sought a sacred place of rest. 'Tis true, poor Codrus nothing had to boast, Once thiy did well, to free themselves from scorn, And yet poor Codrus all that nothing lost : But had done better never to return.

Begg'd naked through the streets of wealthy Rome; Rarely they rise by virtue's aid, who lie

And found not one to feed, or take him home. Plung'd in tlie depth of helpless poverty.

But if the palace of Arturius burn, At Rome'tis worse ; where house-rent by the year, f 'The nobles change their clothes, the matrone And servants' bellies cost so devilish dear;

mourn ; And tavern-bills run high for hungry cheer. The city-pretor will no pleadings hear; To drink or eat in earthen.ware we scorn,

The very name of fire we hate and fear: Which cheaply country-cupboarus does adorn: And look aghast, as if the Gauls

ere here. And coarse blue hoods on holidays are worn. While yet it burus, th' officious nation files, Some distant parts of Italy are known,

Some to condole, and some to bring supplies : Where none but only dead inen wear a gown:

One sends him inarble to rebuild, and oue
On theatres of turf, in homely state,

With naked statnes of the Parian stone,
Old plays they act, oli feasts they celebrate : The work of Polyclete, that seein to live ;
The same rude song returns upon the crowd, While others images for altars give ,
And, by tradition, is for wit allow'd.

One books and skreens, aud Pallas to the breast;
The mimic yearly gives the same delights ; Another bags of gold, and he gives best.
And in the mother's arins the clownish infant Childless Arturjus, vastly rich before,
Their habits (undistinguish'd by degree) [frights. Thus by his losses multiplies his store:
Are plain alike; the same simplicity,

Suspected for accomplice to the tire, Buth on the stage, and in the pit, you see. That burnt his palace but to build it higher. In his white cloak the magistrate appears;

But, could you be content to bid adieu The country-bumkin the sarne livery wears. To the dear play-house, and the players too: But here, attir'd, beyond our purse we go, Sweet country-seats are purchas'd every where, For useless ornament and faunting show :

With lands and gardens, at less price than here We take ou trust, in purpie robes to shine ; You hire a darksome dog-hole by the year. And, poor, are yet ambitious to be hue.

A sinall convenience decently prepard, This is a common vice, though all thints here A shallow well that rises in your yard, Are sold, and sold unconscionably dear.

That spreads his easy crystal streams around, What will you give that Cossus may but view And waters all the pretty spot of ground. Your face, and in the crowd distinguish you; There, love the fork, thy garden cultivate, May take your incense like a gracious god, And give thy frugal friends a Pythagorean treat: And answer only with a civil nod ?

'Tis soinewhat to be lord of some small ground To please our patrons, in this vicious age,

In which a lizard may, at least, turn round. We make our entrance hy the favourite page: 'Tis frequent, bere, for want of sleep to die; Shave his first down, and when he pulls his hair, Which funies of undigested feasts deny ; The consecrated locks to temples bar:

And, with imperfect heat, in languid stomachs Pay tributary cracknels, which he sells,

fry. And, with our offerings, help to raise his rails. What house secure from noise the poor can keep,

Who fears in country-towns a house's fall, When ev’n the rich can scarce afford to sleep; Or to be caught betwixt a riven wall?

So dear it costs to purchase rest in Rome; But we inhabit a weak city here;

And hence the sources of diseases come. Which buttresses and props but scarcely bear: The drover who his fellow drover meets And 'tis the village-mason's daily calling,

In narrow passages of winding streets; 'fo keep the world's metropolis from falling, The waggoners that curse their standing teams, To cleanse the gutters, and the chinks to close; Would wake ev'n drowsy Drusius from his dreains. And, for one night, secure luis lord's repose. And yet the wealthy will not brook delay, At Cuinæ we can sleep quite round the vear, But sweep above our heads, and make their way; Norfalls, nor fires, nor nightly dangers fear; In lofty litters borne, and read and write, While rolling fames froin Roman turrets tly, Or sleep at ease: the shutters make it night. And the pale citizens for bucheis cry.

Yet still lie reaches first the public place: Thy neighbour has remor'd his wretched store The press before him stops the client's pace. (Few hands will rid the lumber of the poor). The crowd that follows crush his panting sides, Thy own third story sinokes, while thou, supine, And trip his heels; he walks not, but he rides. Art drench'd in fumes of undiyested wine.

One elbows him, one justles in the shoal: For if the lowest floors already burn,

A rafter breaks his head, or chairman's pole : Cock-loft and garrets soon will take the turn; Stocking'd with loads of fat town-dirt he goes ; Where thy tame pigeons nest the tiles were bred, And some rogue-soldier, with his hob-nail'd shoes, Which, in their nests uusafe, are timely ded. Indents his legs behind in bloody rows.

See with what smoke our doles we celebrate: Say, in what nasty cellar under ground, (found ?"
A hundred guests, invited, walk in state : (wait. Or what church-porch, your rogueship may be
A hundred hungry slaves, with their Dutch kitchens, Answer, or answer not, 'tis all the same:
Huge pans the wretches on their heads must bear, He lays me on, and makes me bear the blame,
Wbich scarce gigantic Corbulo could rear:

Before the bar, for beating him you come;
Yet they must walk upright beneath the load : This is a poor man's liberty in Rome.
Nay, run, and running blow the sparkling flames You beg his pardon; happy to retreat
abroad:

With some remaining teeth, to chew your meat. Their coats, from botching newly bought, are torn. Nor is this all; for when retird, you think Unwieldy timber-trees in waggons borne,

To sleep securely; when the candles wink, Stretch'd at their length, beyond their carriage lie; When every door with iron-chains is barr'd, That nod, and threaten ruin from on high. And roaring taverns are no longer heard ; For, should their axle break, its overthrow The ruffan-robbers by no justice aw'd, Would crush, and pound to dust, the crowd below: And unpaid cut-throat soldiers, are abroad, Nor friends their friends, nor sires their sons could Those venal souls, who, harden'd in each ill, know:

To save complaints and persecution, kill. Nor limbs, nor bones, nor carcase would remain: Chas'd from their woods and bogs, the padders come But a mash'd heap, a hotchpotch of the slain. To this vast city, as their native home; One vast destruction; not the soul alone,

To live at ease, and safely skulk in Rome. But bodies, like the soul, visibly are flown.

The forge in fetters only is employ'd; Meantime, unknowing of their fellows' fate, Our iron-mines exhausted and destroy'd The servants wash the platter, scour the plate, In shackles; for these villains scarce allow Then blow the fire, with puffing cheeks, and lay Goads for the teams, and plough-shares for the The rubbers, and the bathing sheets display ; Oh, happy ages of our ancestors,

(plough. And oil them frst; and each is handy in his way.

Beneath the kings and tribunitial powers ! But he, for whoin this busy care they take,

Onc jail did all their criminals restrain ; Poor ghost! is wandering by the Stygian lake: Which now the walls of Rome can scarce contain. Atirighted with the ferryman's grim face;

More I could say, more causes I could sliow New to the horrours of that uncouth place ; For my departure; but the Sun is low : His passage begs with unregarled prayer :

The waggoner grows weary of my stay; And wants two farthings to discharge his fare. And whips his horses forwards on their way. Return we to the dangers of the night;

Farewell; and when, like me, o'erwhelm'd with And, first, behold our houses' dreadful height: You to your own Aquinum shall repair, (care, From whence come broken potsherds tumbling

To take a mouthful of sweet country-air, down;

Be inindful of your friend; and send me word, And leaky ware, from garret-windows thrown: What joys your fountains and cool shades afford: Well may they break our heads, and mark the Then, to assist your satires, I will cone; fiinty stone.

And add new venom when you write of Rome.
'Tis want of sense to sup abroad too late ;
Unless thou first hast settled thy estate.
As many fates attend thy steps to meet,
As there are waking windows in the street.
Bless the good gods, and think thy chance is rare

JUVENAL.
To have a pisspot only for thy share.
The scouring drunkard, if he does not fight
Before his bed-time, takes no rest that might:
Passing the tedious hours in greater pain
Than stern Achilles, when his friend was slain.

This satire, of almost double length to any of the 'Tis so ridiculous, but so true withal,

rest, is a bitter invective against the fair sex. A bully cannot sleep without a brawl:

It is, indeed, a common-place, from whence all Yet, though his youthful blood be fir'd with wine,

the moderns have notorionsly stolen their He wants not wit the danger to decline :

sharpest railleries.

In his other satires, the Is cautious to avoid the coach and six,

poet bias only glanced on some particular woAnd on the lacquies will no quarrel fix.

men, and generally scourged the min. But His train of Aambeaux, and embroider'd coat, this he reserved wholly for the ladies. How Diay privilege my lord to walk secure on foot. they had offended him, I know not : but upon But me, who must by moonlight homeward bend, the whole matter, he is not to be excused for Or lighted only with a candle's end,

imputing to all, the vices of some few amoogst Poor me he fights, if that be fighting, where

them. Neither was it generously done of him, He only cudgels, and I only bear.

to attack the weakest as well as the fairest part He stands, and bids me stand : I must abide;

of the creation: neither do I know what moral For be's the stronger, and is drunk beside. {cries, he could reasonably draw from it. It could not " Where did you whet your knife to night,” he

be to avoid the whole sex, if all had been true " And shred the leeks that in your stomach rise ? which he alleges against them : for that had Whose windy beans have stuft your guts, and where been to put an end to human-kind. And to bid Have your black thumbs been dipt in vinegar? us beware of their artifices, is a kind of silent With what companion cobbler have you fed,

acknowledgment, that they have more wit than On old ox-cheeks, or he-goat's tougher head? men: which turns the satire upon us, and parWhat, are you dumb? Quick with your answer, ticularly upon the poet; who thereby makes a Before my foot salutes you with a kick. [quick, cumpliment, where he meant a libel. If he in

THE SIXTH SATIRE OF

THE ARGUMENT.

tented only to exercise bis wit, he has forfeited children, and produce them for their own. his judgment, by making the one half of his Murder their busbands' sons, if they stand in readers his mortal enemies: and, amongst the their way to his estate ; and take their adulmen, all the happy lovers, by their own expe- terers his heirs. From hence the poet proceeds rience, will disprove his accusations. The wbole to show the occasion of all these vices, their world must allow this to be the wittiest of his original, and how they were introduced in satires; and truly he had need of all his parts. Rome, by peace, wealth, and luxury. In conto maintain with so much violence so unjust a clusion, it we will take the wird of our macharge I am satisfert he will bring but few licious author, bad women are the general standover to his opinion: and on that consideration ing rale: and the goud, but some few excepchiefly I ventured to translate him. Though tions to it. there wanted not another reason, which was. that no one else would undertake it : at least, sir C. S. who could have done more right to In Saturn's reign, at Nature's early birth, the author, after a long delay, at length abso- There was that thing call'd Chastity on Earth ; luiely refused so ungrateful an employment: When in a narrow cave, their common skade, and every one will grant, that the work must The sheep, the shepherds, and their gods were laid: have been in perfect and lame, if it had ap

When reeds and leaves, and hides of beasts were peared without one of the principal members

spread belonging to it. Let the poet therefore bear the By mountain-bousewives for their homely bed, blame of his own invention; and let me satisfy And mossy pillows rais'd, for the rude husband's the world, that I am not of his opinion. What. Unlike the niceness of our modern dames (head. ever his Roman ladies were, the English are

( Affected nymphs with new-affected names) : free from all bis imputations. They will read The Cynthias and the Lesbias of our years, with wonder and abhorrence the rices of an

Who for a sparrow's death dissolve in tears. age, which was the most infamous of any on

Those first unpolish'd matrons, big and bold, record. They will bless themselves when they Gave suck to infants of gigantic mould; behold those examples, related of Domitian's Rough as their savage lords who rang’d the wood, time: they will give back to antiquity those And, fat with acorns, belehd their windy food. monsters iť produced : and believe with reason, for when the world was buxom, fresh, and that the species of those women is extinguished;

young, or at least, that they were never here propa. Her sons were undebauch'd, and therefore strong; gated. I may safely therefore proceed to the

And whether born in kindly beds of earth, argument of a satire, which is no way relating Or struggling from the teeming oaks to birth, to them: and first observe, that my author or from what other atoms they begun, makes their lust the most heroic of their vices : No sires they had, or, if a sire, the Sun. the rest are in a manner but digression. He Some thin remains of chastity appear'd, skims them over ; but he dwells on this: when Ev'n under Jove, but Jove without a beard ; he seems to have taken his last leave of it, on

Before the servile Greeks had learnt to swear the sudden he returns to it: it is one branch of By heads of kings; while yet the bounteous year it in Hippia, another in Messalina, but lust is Her common fruits in open plains expos'd, the main body of the tree. He begins with this Ere thieves were fear'd, or gardens were enclos'd. text in the first line, and takes it up with inter

At length, uneasy, Justice upwares flew, missions to the end of the chapter. Every vice And both the sisters to the stars withdrew; is a loader, but that's a ten. The fillers, or

From that old era whoring did begin, intermecliate parts, are their revenge ; their So venerably ancient is the sin. contrivances of secret crimes; their arts to bide Adulterers next invade the nuptial state, them; their wit to exi'nse them; and their im- And marriage-beds creak’d with a foreign weight; pudence w own them, when they can no longer All other ills did iron times adorn, be kept secret. Then the persons to whom they | But whores and silver in one age were born. are most addicted ; and on whom they com

Yet thou, they say, for marriage dost proride: monly bestox the last favours : as stage- layers, Is this an age iv buckle with a bride! fiddlers, singing-boys, and fencers. These who They say thy hair the curling art is taught, pass for chaste amongst them, are not really The wedding-ring perhaps already bought: 80; but only, for their vast duwries, are rather

A sober man, like thee, to change his life ! suffered than loved by their own busbands.

What fury would possess thee with a wife? That they are imperious, domineering, scolding Art thou of every other death bereft, wives: set up for learning and criticism in No knife, no ratsbane, no kind halter left? poetry; but are false judges. Love to speak (For every noose compar'd to her's is cheap) : Greek (which was then the fashionable tongue,

Is there no city-bridge from whence to leap? as the French is now with us). That they plead Would'st thou become her drudge, who dost enjoy causes at the bar, and play prizes at the bear

A better sort of bedfellow, thy boy? garden. That they are gossips and news

He keeps thee not awake with nightly brawls, mongers: wrangle with their neighbours abroad, Nor with a begg'd reward thy pleasure palls; and beat their servants at home. That they Nor with insatiate heavings calls for more, lie in for new faces once a month, are sluttish When all thy spirits were drain'd out before. with their husbands in private; and paint and But still Ursidius courts the marriage-bait, dress in public for their lovers. That they deal Longs for a sor, to settle his estate, with Jews, diviners, and fortune-tellers : learn

And takes no gifts, though every gaping heir the arts of miscarrying, and barcenness. Buy | Would gladly grease the rich old batchelor.

What revolution can appear so strange,

Yet fearing not the dangers of the deep, As such a leacher, such a life to change?

On a hard mattress is content to sleep. A rank, notorious " horemaster, to choose

Ere this, 'tis true, she did her fame expose : To thrust his neck into the marriage-noose? But that, great ladies with great ease can lose He who so often in a dreadful fright

The tender nymph could the rude ocean bear: Had in a coffer 'scap'd the jealous cuckold's sight, So much her lust was stronger than her fear. That he to wedlock dotingly betray'd,

But had some honest cause her passage prest, Should hope in this lewd town to find a maid ! The smallest hardship had disturb'd her breast: The man's.grown mad : to ease bis frantic pain, Each inconvenience makes their virtue cold; Run for the surgeon ; breathe the middle vein: But womankind, in ills, is ever bold. But let a heifer with gilt horns be led

Were she to follow her own lord to sea, To Juno, regent of the marriage-bed,

What doubts or scruples would she raise to stay? And let him every deity adore,

Her stomach sick, and her head giddy grows; If his new bride prove not an arrant whore

The tar and pitch are nauseous to her nose. In head and tail, and every other pore.

But iu love's voyage nothing can offend ; On Ceres' feast restraio'd from their delight, Women are never sea-sick with a friend. Few matrons there, but curse the tedious night: Amidst the crew, she walks upon the board ; Few whom their fathers dare salute, such lust She eats, she drinks, she handles every cord: Their kisses have, and come with such a gust. And if she spews, 'tis thinking of her lord With ivy now adorn thy doors, and wed;

Now ask, for whom her friends and fame she lost? Such is thy bride, and such thy genial bed. What youth, what beauty, coul'th' adulterer boast ? Think'st thon one man is for one woman meant? What was the face for which she could sustain She sooner with one eye would be content.

To be call'd mistress to so base a maa ?
And yet 'tis nois'd, a maid did once appear The gallant, of his days had known the best :
In some small village, though fame says not Deep scars were seen indented on his breast';
where :'

And all his batter'd limbs requir'd their needful 'Tis possible; but sure no man she found ;

A promontory wen, with grisly grace, (resto 'Twas desert, all, about her father's ground: Stood high, upon the handle of his face: And yet some lustful god might there make bold, His blear eyes ran in gutters to his chin : Are Jove and Mars grown impotent and old ? His beard was stubble, and his cheeks were thino Many a fair nymph bas in a cave been spread, But twas his fencing did her faney move : And much good love, without a feather-bed. 'Tis arms, and blood, and cruelty, they love. Whither would'st thou to choose a wife resort, Rut should hé quit his trade, and sheath his sword, The park, the mall, the play-house, or the court ? Her lover would begin to be her lord. Which way soever thy adventures fall,

This was a private crime; but you shall bear Secure alike of chastity in all.

What fruits the sacred brows of monarchs bear : One secs a dancing-inaster capering high, The good old sluggard but began to snore, And raves, and pisses, with pure ecstasy :

When from his side uprose th' imperial whore: And one is charm'd with the new opera notes, She who preferr'd the pleasures of the night Admires the song, but on the singer dotes : To pomps, that are but impotent delight: The country lady in the box appears,

Strode from the palace, with an eager pace, Softly she warbles over all she hears ;

To cope with a more masculine embrace: Apd sucks in passion both at eyes and cars. Muffled she march'd, like Juno in a cloud,

The rest (when now the long va ation's come, Of all her train but one poor wench allow'd, The noisy hall and theatres grown dumb)

One whom in secret service she could trust; Their memories to refresh, and cheer their hearts, The rival and companion of her lust. In borrow'd breeches act the players' parts. To the known brothel-house she takes her way; The poor, that scarre have wherewithal to eat, And for a nasty room gives double pay; Will pinch, to make the singing boy a treat. That room in which the rankest harlot lay. The rich, to buy him, will refuse no price; Prepar'd for fight, expectingly she lies, And stretch his quail-pipe, till they crack his voice. With heaving breasts, and with desiring eyes. Tragedians, acting love, for lust are sought Still as one drops, anothr takes his place, (Though but the parrots of a poet's thought). And baffled still succeeds to like disgrace. The pleading lawyer, though for counsel usid, At length, when friendly darkness is expir'd, In chamber practice often is refus'd.

And every strumpet froin her cell retird, Still thou wilt have a wife, and father heirs She lags behind, and, lingering at the gate, (The product of concurring theatres).

With a repining sigh subunits to fate: Perhaps a fencer did thy brows adorn,

All filth without, and all a fire within, And a young sword-man to thy lands is born. Tir'd with the toil, unsated with the sin,

Thus Hippia loath'd her old patrician lord, Old Cæsar's bed the modest matron seeks; And left him for a brother of the sword :

The steam of lamps still hanging on her cheeks, To wondering Pharos with her love she fled,

ropy smut: thus foul, and thus bedight, To show one monster more than Afrie bred: She brings him back the product of the night. Forgetting house and husband, left behind

Now should I sing what poisons th y provide ; Er'n children too; she sails before the wind; With all their trumpery of charms beside; False to them all, but constant to her kind, And all their arts of death: it would be knows But, stranger yet, and barder to conceive, Lost is the smallest sin the sex can own. She could the play-house and the players leave. Cæsinja still, they say, is guiltless found Born of rich parentage, and nicely bred,

Of every vice, by her own lord renownd: She lodgid on down, and in a damask bed ; And well she may, she brought ten thousand pound.

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