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As doves from eagles, or from wolves the lambs,
So from their lawless lovers fly the dames.
Their fear was one, but not one face of fear;
Some rend the lovely tresses of their hair ;
Some shriek, and some are struck with dumb despair.
Her absent mother one invokes in vain;
One stands amaz'd, not daring to complain ;
The nimbler trust their feet, the flow remain.
But nought availing, all are captives led,
Trembling and blushing, to the genial bed.
She who too long resifted, or deny'd,
The lufty lover made by force a bride;
And, with superior strength, compellid her to his fide.
Then sooth'd her thus:--My soul's far better part,
Cease weeping, nor afflict thy tender heart:
For what thy father to thy mother was,
That faith to thee, that folemn vow I pass.

Thus Romulus became so popular;
This was the way to thrive in peace and war;
To pay his army, and fresh whores to bring :
Who would not fight for such a gracious king?

Thus love in theatres did first improve;
And theatres are still the scenes of love:
Nor shun the chariot's, and the courser's race;
The Circus is no inconvenient place.
No need is there of talking on the hand;
Nor nods, nor signs, which lovers understand.
But boldly next the fair your

seat provide;
Close as you can to hers, and side by side.
Pleas'd or unpleas'd, no matter; crouding fit:
For so the laws of publick shows permit.
Then find occasion to begin discourse;
Inquire, whose chariot this, and whose that horse?
To whatsoever fide she is inclin’d,
Suit all your inclinations to her mind;
Like what she likes;. from thence your court begin ;
And whom the favours, with that he may




But when the statues of the Deities,
In chariots roll'd, appear before the prize;
When Venus comes, with deep devotion rife.
If dust be on her lap, or grains of sand,
Brush both away with your officious hand.
If none be there, yet brush that nothing thence;
And still to touch her lap make some pretence.
Touch any thing of hers; and if her train
Sweep on the ground, let it not sweep in vain;
But gently take it up, and wipe it clean;

while you wipe it, with observing eyes,
Who knows but you may see her naked thighs!
Observe, who fits behind her; and beware,
Left his incroaching knee should press the fair.
Light service takes light minds: for some can tell
Of favours won, by laying cushions well:
By fanning faces fome their fortune meet;
And some by laying footstools for their feet.
These overtures of love the Circus gives;
Nor at the sword-play less the lover thrives:
For there the son of Venus fights his prize;
And deepest wounds are oft receiv'd from eyes.
One, while the crowd their acclamations make,
Or while he bets, and puts his ring to stake,
Is struck from far, and feels the flying dart;
And of the spectacle is made a part.

Cæsar would represent a naval fight,
For his own honour, and for Rome's delight.
From either sea the youths and maidens come;
And all the world was then contain'd in Rome.
In this vast concourse, in this choice of

What Roman heart but felt a foreign flame?
Once more our prince prepares to make us glad;
And the remaining East to Rome will add.
Rejoice, ye Roman soldiers, in your urn;
Your enfigns from the Parthians shall return;
And the slain Craffi shall no longer mourn.


A youth is sent those trophies to demand;
And bears his father's thunder in his hand:
Doubt not th’imperial boy in wars unseen;
In childhood all of Cæsar's race are men.
Celestial feeds shoot out before their day,
Prevent their years, and brook no dull delay.
Thus infant Hercules the snakes did press,
And in his cradle did his fire confefs.
Bacchus, a boy, yet like a hero fought,
And early spoils from conquer'd India brought.
Thus you your father's troops shall lead to fight,
And thus fhall vanquish in your father's right.
These rudiments you to your lineage owe;
Born to increase your titles, as you grow.
Brethren you had, revenge your brethren slain;
You have a father, and his rights maintain.
Arm'd by your country's parent, and your own,
Redeem your country, and restore his throne.
Your enemies affert an impious cause;
You fight both for divine and human laws.
Already in their cause they are o'ercome:
Subject them too, by force of arms, to Rome.
Great father Mars with greater Cæsar join,
To give a prosp'rous omen to your line:
One of you is, and one shall be divine.
I prophesy you shall, you shall o'ercome:
My verse shall bring you back in triumph home.
Speak in my verse, exhort to loud alarms:
were my numbers equal to your

Then would I fing the Parthians overthrow;
Their shot averse sent from a flying bow:
The Parthians, who already Aying fight,
Already give an omen of their flight.
() when will come the day, by heav'n design’d,
When thou, the best and fairest of mankind,
Vori III.





Drawn by white horses shalt in triumph ride,
With conquerid Naves attending on thy side;
Slaves, that no longer can be safe in flight;
O glorious object, o surprising fight,
O day of publick joy;, too good to end in night!
On such a day, if thou, and, next to thee,
Some beauty fits, the spectacle to fee:
If she inquire the names of conquer'd kings,
Of mountains, rivers, and their hidden fprings,
Answer to all thou know'ft; and, if need be,
Of things unknown seem to speak knowingly :
This is Euphrates, crown'd with reeds; and there
Flows the swift Tigris with his sea-green hair.
Invent new names of things unknown before;
Call this Armenia, that the Caspian shore;
Call this a Mede, and that a Parthian youth;
Talk probably; no matter for the truth.

In feasts, as at our shows, new means abound;
More pleasure there, than that of wine, is found.
The Paphian Goddess there her ambush lays;
And Love betwixt the horns of Bacchus plays:
Desires increase at ev'ry swelling draught;
Brisk vapours add new vigour to the thought.
There Cupid's purple wings no flight afford;
But, wet with wine, he flutters on the board.
He shakes his pinions, but he cannot move;
Fix'd he remains, and turns a maudlin Love.
Wine warms the blood, and makes the fpirits flow;
Care Aies, and wrinkles from the forehead go:
Exalts the poor, invigorates the weak;
Gives mirth and laughter, and a rosy cheek.
Bold truths it fpeaks; and spoken, dares maintain;
And brings our old fimplicity again.
Love sparkles in the cup, and fills it higher:
Wine feeds the flames, and fuel adds to fire.


But choofe no mistress in thy drunken fit;
Wine gilds too much their beauties and their wit.
Nor trust thy judgment when the tapers dance;
But sober, and by day, thy fuit advance.
By day-light Paris judg'd the beauteous three;
And for the faireft did the prize decree.
Night is a cheat, and all deformities
Are hid, or lessen’d in her dark disguise.
The sun's fair light each error will confess,
In face, in shape, in jewels, and in dress.

Why name I ev'ry place where youths abound?
"Tis loss of time, and a too fruitful ground.
The Baian baths, where ships at anchor ride,
And wholsome streams from sulphur fountains glide;
Where wounded youths are by experience taught,
The waters are less healthful than they thought.
Or Dian's fane, which near the suburb lies,
Where priests, for their promotion, fight a prize.
That maiden Goddefs is Love's mortal foe,
And much from her his subjects undergo.

Thus far the sportful Mufe, with myrtle bound,
Has sung where lovely laffes may be found.
Now let me fing, how she who wounds your

With art, may be to cure your wounds inclin'd.
Young nobles, to my laws attention lend;
And all you vulgar of my school attend.

First then believe, all women may be won;
Attempt with confidence, the work is done.
The grashopper shall first forbear to fing
In summer feason, or the birds in spring ;
Than women can resist your fatt'ring skill:
E'en she will yield, who swears she never will.
To secret pleafure both the fexes move;
But women most, who most diffemble love.
"Cwere best for us, if they would firft declare,
Avow their passion, and submit to pray'r.


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