Nor's Love ungrateful to the willing Maid; Debts that have least of force, are surest paid: But when oblig'd to kiss, Men foon grow tir'd, And hate those Pleasures they before admir'd.

By another Hand.

HE Gods (as Poets fay) from Men conceal [fhall feel. Those boundless Pleasures they when dead

Elfe tir'd with living, they'd uneafie grow,

And leave unpeopled all the Realms below.
So married Men the Bliss of Nuptial Bed
Conceal from Batchelors, least all should wed.

Like

Like envious Mifers, whilft themselves have ftore,
They much rejoice at feeing others poor.
But I, from fuch ignoble Paffions free,
Grow happier by my Friend's Felicity:

And therefore labour to convince Mankind
What Heav'nly Raptures we in Marriage find.
Take my Advice, forfake thy single Life,
And taste all Pleasures in a loving Wife.
Believe me, I intend no bafe Deceit,

My only Aim's to make your Joys compleat:
But if you're yet on your own Counsels bent,
Live on, be still a Fool, and late repent.

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Face

Lèt meaner Beauties by his Rules improve,
And read these Lines to gain Success in Love:
But Heav'n alone, that multiplies our Race,
Has Pow'r t'increase the Conquests of your
The Spring, before he Paints the rifing Flow'rs,
Receives mild Beams,and foft defcending Show'rs;
But Love blooms ever fresh beneath your Charms,
Tho' neither Pity weeps, nor Kindness warms.

The

The Chiefs who doubt Succefs,affert their Claim

By Stratagems, and poorly steal a Name :
The generous* Son of Jove in open Fight
Made bleeding Victory proclaim his Might:
Like him refistlefs, when you take the Field
Love founds the Signal, and the World must yield.

* Alexander.

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-Ire per Ignes,

Et gladios aufim. Neque ad hoc tamen ignibus ullis, Aut gladiis opus eft; opus eft mihi Crine:

Ovid. Met. Lib. 8.

E fage Cartefians, who profefs

WR

Our felves fworn Foes to Emptiness,

Affert that Souls a Tip-toe stand

On what we call the Pineal Gland;
As Weather-cocks on Spires are plac'd,
To turn the quicker with each Blast.

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