Not fo, who of ten thoufand guli'd her Knight,
Then ask'd ten thousand for a second Night:
The Gallant too, to whom she paid it down,
Liv'd to refuse that Mistress half a crown.
Con Philips cries, "A fneaking dog I hate." That's all three Lovers have for their Eftate! "Treat on, treat on," is her eternal note, And lands and tenements go down her throat, Some damn the Jade, and fome the Cullies blame, 15 But not Sir H-t, for he does the fame.
With all a Woman's virtues but the px, Fufidia thrives in Money, Land, and Stocks: For Int'reft, ten per cent. her conftant rate is; Her Body? hopeful Heirs may have it gratis. She turns her very Sifter to a job,
And, in the happy minute, picks your fob :
Contra bic, ne prodigus effe
Dicatur, metuens, inopi dare nolit amico,
Frigus quo duramqué famem depellere poffit..
Hunc fi perconteris, avi cur atque parentis
Præclaram ingrata ftringat malus ingluvie rem,
Omnia conductis coëmens obfonia nummis :
Sordidus, atque animi quod parvi nolit haberi,"
Refpondet. laudatur ab his, culpatur ab illis.
Fufidius vappa famam timet ac nebulonis,
Dives agris, dives pofitis in fenore nummis.
Quinas bic capiti mercedes exfecat; atque
Quanto perditior quifque eft, tanto acrius urguet.
Nomina jetatur, modo fumpta vefte virili
Sab patribus duris, tironum. Maxime, quis non,
Yet ftarves herself, fo little her own friend,
And thirfts and hungers only at one end:
A Self-Tormentor, worse than (in the Play)
The Wretch, whofe Av'rice drove his Son away.
But why all this? I'll tell ye,
"Women and Fools are always in extreme.
Rufa's at either end a Common-shore,
Sweet Moll and Jack are Civet-Cat and Boar:
Nothing in nature is so lewd as Peg,
Yet, for the world, fhe would not fhew her leg!
While bashful Jenny, ev'n at Morning-prayer,
Spreads her Fore-buttocks to the navel bare.
But diff'rent Taste in diff'rent men prevails,
And one is fir'd by heads, and one by tails;
Some feel no flames but at the Court or Ball,
And others hunt white Aprons in the Mall.
Jupiter, exclamat, fimul atque audivit ? "At in se
Pro quæftu fumtum facit bic." Vix credere poffis
Quam fibi non fit amicus: ita ut Pater ille, Terenti
Fabula quem miferum gnato vixiffe fugato
Inducit, non fe pejus cruciaverit atque hic.
Si quis nunc querat, Quo res hæc pertinet? Illus:
"Dum vitant ftulti vitia, in contraria currunt.
Malchinus tunicis demiffis ambulat: eft qui
Inguen ad obfcænum fubdultis ufque facetus:
Pafillos Rufillus olet, Gargonius hircum.
Nil medium eft: funt qui nolint tetigisse, nifi illas,
Quarum fubfuta talos tegat inftita vefie:
Contra alius nullam, nifi olente in fornice ftantem.
My Lord of Ln, chancing to remark A noted Dean much bufy'd in the Park,
"Proceed (he cry'd) proceed, my rev'rend Brother, "'Tis Fornicatio fimplex, and no other :
"Better than luft for Boys, with Pope and Turk, ufes, like my Lord of
May no fuc. ife (cries J-s) e'er be mine!
J-s, who bows at H-fb-w's hoary Shrine.
All you, who think the City ne'er can thrive,
Till ev'ry Cuckold-maker's flea'd alive ;
Attend, while I their Miseries explain,
And pity men of Pleasure ftill in pain!
Survey the pangs they bear, the risques they run,
Where the moft lucky are but laft undone.
See! wretched Monfieur flies to fave his throat,
And quits his Mistress, Money, Ring, and Note!
Quidam notus homo cum exiret fornice; “ Malte
"Virtute efto, inquit fententia dia Catonis,
"Nam fimul ac venas inflavit tetra libido,
"Huc juvenes æquum eft defcendere, non alienas
"Permolere uxores.-
-Nolim laudarier, inquit,
Sic me, mirator cunni Cupiennius albi,
Audire eft opera pretium, procedere rede Qui machos non voltis, ut omni parte laborent, Utque illis multo corrupta dolore voluptas, Atque hac rara, cadat dura inter fæpe pericla. Hic fe præcipitem tecto dedit: ille flagellis Ad mortem cafus: fugiens bic decidet acrem' Pradonum in turbam: dedit hic pro corpore nummos :
See good Sir George of ragged Livery stript,
By worthier Footmen pist upon and whipt!
Plunder'd by Thieves, (or Lawyers, which is worse)
One bleeds in Perfon, and one bleeds in purse;
This meets a blanket, and that meets a cudgel –
And all applaud the juftice- All, but Budgel.
How much more lafe, dear Countrymen! his State,
Who trades in Frigates of the fecond rate ?
And
yet fome care of S-ft fhould be had; 1
Nothing fo mean for which he can't run mad;
His Wit confirms him but a flave the more,
And makes a Princess whom he found a Whore:
The Youth might fave much trouble and expence,
Were he a Dupe of only common Sense.
But here's his point; A Wench (he cries) for me!
“I never touch a Dame of Quality.-
To Palmer's bed no Actress comes amifs,
He courts the whole Perfona Dramatis :
Hunc perminxerunt calones ; quin etiam illud
Accidit, ut cuidam teftis, caudamque falacem
Demeterent ferro. Jure omnes. Galba negabat.
Tutior at quanto merx eft in claffe fecunda!
Libertinarum dico: Salluftius in qua
Non minus infanit, quam qui machatur: at hic fi,
Qua res, qua ratio fuaderet, quaque modefte
Munifico effe licet, vellet bonus atque benignus
Effe; daret quantum fatis effet, nec fibi damno
Dedecorique foret. verum hoc fe amplectitur uno,
Hoc amat & laudat : Matronam nullam ego tango.
Ut quondam Marfæus amator Originis, ille
Qui patrium mima donat fundumque laremque,
I
He too can fay, "With Wives I never fin."
But Singing-Girls and Mimicks draw him in.
Sure, worthy Sir, the diff'rence is not great,
With whom you lofe your Credit and Eftate?
This, or that perfon, what avails to fhun ?
What's wrong is wrong, wherever it be done :
The cafe, fupport, and luftre of your life,
Destroy'd alike with Strumpet, Maid, or Wife.
What push'd poor Ellis on th' Imperial Whore?
'Twas but to be where CHARLES had been before.
The fatal Steel unjuflly was apply'd,
When not his Luft offended, but his Pride;
Too hard a Penance for defeated fin,
Himself fhut out, and Jacob Hall let in.
Suppofe that honeft part that rules us all, Should rife, and fay,·
Nil fuerit mi, inquit, cum uxoribus umquam alienis.
Verum eft cum mimis, eft cum meretricibus: unde
Fama malum gravius, quam res, trabit. an tibi abunde
Perfonam fatis eft, non illud, quicquid ubique
Oficit, evitare? bonam deperdere famam,
Rem patris oblimare, malum eft ubicumque. quid inter
Eft in matrona, ancilla, peccefne togata?
Villius in Faufta Sulle gener, boc mifer uno
Nomine deceptus, panas dedit ufque, fuperque
Quam fatis eft; pugnis cafus, ferroque petitus,
Exclufus fore, cum Longarenus foret intus.
Huic fi, mutonis verbis, mala tanta videntis
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