"Did I demand, in my most vig'rous hour, "A Thing defcended from the Conqueror ? "Or when my pulse beat highest, ask for any "Such Nicety, as Lady, or Lord Fanny ?What would you anfwer? could you have the face, When the poor Suff'rer humbly mourn'd his case, To cry, "You weep the favours of her GRACE? Hath not indulgent Nature spread a feast, And giv'n enough for Man, enough for Beaft? But Man corrupt, perverse in all his ways, In fearch of Vanities, from Nature ftrays: Yea, tho' the bleffing's more than he can use, Shuns the permitted, the forbid pursues !

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Weigh well the Caufe from whence these Evils spring, 'Tis in thyfelf, and not in God's good thing: Then, left repentance punifh fuch a life,

Never, ah, never! kifs thy Neighbour's Wife. 105

Diceret bæc animus: Quid vis tibi ? numquid ego a te
Magno prognatum depofco confule cunnum,
Velatumque ftola, mea cum conferbuit ira?
Quid refponderet? Magno patre nata puella eft.

At quanto meliora monet, pugnantiaque iftis
Dives opis natura fue! ut fi modo recte
Difpenfare velis, ac non fugienda petendis
Inmifcere.

-Tuo vitio, rerumne labores,

Nil referre putas? quare, ne poeniteat te,
Define matronas fettarier: unde laboris

Plus baurire mali eft, quam ex re decerpere fructus.

First, Silks and Diamonds veil no finer shape,
Or plumper thigh, than lurk in humble Crape :"
And fecondly, how innocent a Belle

Is fhe who fhows what ware fhe has to fell?
Not Lady-like, displays a milk-white Breast,
-And hides, in facred Sluttishness, the rest.

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Our ancient Kings, (and fure thofe Kings were wife, Who judg'd themselves, and faw with their own eyes) A War-horfe never for the fervice chose,

But ey'd him round, and stript off all the cloaths; rr
For well they knew, proud Trappings ferve to hide
A heavy cheft, thick neck, or heaving fide.
But Fools are ready chaps, agog to buy,
Let but a comely fore-hand strike the eye:
No Eagle sharper, ev'ry charm to find,
To all defects, Tyy not fo blind:

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Nec magis buic, inter niveos viridifque lapillos Sit licet, o Cerinthe, tuo tenerum eft femur, aut crus Rectius atque etiam melius perfæpe togata eft. Adde buc, quod mercem fine fucis geftat; aperte Quod venale babet, oftendit; neque fi quid honefti eft Factat babetque palam, quærit quo turpia celet. Regibus hic mos eft, ubi equos mercantur ; opertos Infpiciunt: ne fi facies, ut fæpe, decora Molli fulta pede eft; emtorem ducat biantem, Quod pulchra clunes, breve quod caput, ardua cervix. Hoc illi rede. Tu corporis optima Lyncei Contemplare oculis; Hypfæa cæcior, illa

Goofe

Goofe-rump'd, hawk-nos'd, fwan-footed is my Dear? They'll praise her Elbow, heel, or Tip o'th' car.

A Lady's Face is all you fee undress'd; (For none but Lady M- fhows the reft) But if to charms more latent you pretend,

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What lines encompafs, and what works defend! Dangers on dangers! Obftacles by dozens! [Coufins! Spies, Guardians, Guefts, old Women, Aunts, and Could you directly to her Perfon go,

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Stays will obftruct above, and Hoops below,
And if the Dame fays yes, the Dress says no.
Not thus at N-dh-m's ; your judicious eye
May measure there the breast, the hip, the thigh!
And will you run to Perils, Sword, and Law, 135
All for a thing you ne'er fo much as faw?

Qua mala funt, Speltas. O crus, o brachia! verum
Depugis, nafuta, brevi latere, ac pede longo eft.
Matrone, præter faciem, nil cernere poffis;.
Catera, ni Catia eft, demiffa vefte tegentis.
Si interdita petes, vallo circumdata, (nam te
Hoc facit infanum) multæ tibi tum officient res;
Cuftodes, lectica, ciniflones, parafita;
Ad talos ftola demiffa, & circumdata palla :
Plurima, que invideant pure adparere tibi rem.
Altera nil obftat: Cois tibi pene videre eft
Ut nudam; ne crure malo, ne fit pede turpi :
Metiri poffis oculo latus. an tibi mavis
Infidias fieri pretiumque avellier, ante
Quam mercem oftendi ?

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"The Hare once feiz'd, the Hunter heeds no moré "The little Scut he so purfu'd before; "Love follows flying game (as Sucklyn fings): "And 'tis for that the wanton Boy has wings." Why let him fing-but when you're in the wrong, Think ye to cure the mischief with a Song ? Has Nature fet no bounds to wild Defire? No Senfe to guide, no Reafon to enquire, What folid Happiness, what empty Pride, And what is beft indulg'd, or beft deny'd? If neither Gems adorn, nor filver tip The flowing bowl, will not wet your lip? When sharp with hunger, fcorn you to be fed Except on Pea-chicks, at the Bedford-head ? Or, when a tight neat Girl will serve the turn, In errant pride, continue stiff and burn ?

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Leporem venator ut alta

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"In nive jectetur, pofitum fic tangere nolit :"
Cantat, & adponit," meus eft amor buic fimilis : nam
"Tranfvolat in medio pofita, & fugientia captat."
Hifcine verficulis fperas tibi poffe dolores,

Atque æftus, curafque gravis e pectore tolli ?
Nonne, cupidinibus ftatuat Natura modum quem,
Quid latura, fibi quid fit dolitura negatum,
Quærere plus prodeft; & inane abfcindere foldo?
Num, tibi cum faucis urit fitis, aurea quæris
Pocula? num efurien's faftidis omnia præter
Pavonem, rbombumque ? tument tibi cum inguina, num, fi
Ancilla aut verna eft præfto puer, impetus in quem
Continuo fiat, malis tentigine rumpi?

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Fm a plain Man, whofe maxim is profest,
"The thing at hand is of all things the best."
But her who will, and then will not comply,
Whofe word is, If, Perhaps, and By-and-by,
Z-ds! let fome Eunuch or Platonic take
So Bt cries, Philofopher and Rake!
Who asks no more (right reasonable Peer)

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Than not to wait too long, nor pay too dear. 160
Give me a willing Nymph! ('tis all I care,)
Extremely clean, and tolerably fair;

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Her fhape her own, whatever shape the have,
And just that white and red which Nature gave:
Her I tranfported touch, tranfported view,
And call her Angel! Goddefs! Montague !
No furious Husband thunders at the door :
No barking dog, no houfhould in a roar;
From gleaming fwords no fhrieking Women run;
No wretched Wife cries out, Undone! undone! 170
Non ego: namque parabilem amo venerem, facilemque.
Illam, Poft paullo, Sed pluris, Si exierit vir,
Gallis banc, Philodemus ait; fibi, quæ neque magno
Stet pretio, nec cun&tetur, cum eft jussa venire.
Candida rectaque fit; munda hactenus, ut neque longa,
Nec magis alba velit, quam det natura, videri.
Hæc ubi fuppofuit dextro corpus mihi lævum,
Ilia & Egeria eft: do nemen quodlibet illi.
Nec vereor, ne, dum futuo, vir rure recurrat ;
Janua frangatur; latret canis ; undique magno
Pulfa domus ftrepitu refonet; ne pallida letto
Defiliat mulier; miferam fe confcia clamet ;

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