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Through dark retreats purfue the winding ore,
Search Nature's depths, and view her boundless store;
The fecret caufe in tuneful measures fing,
How metals first are fram'd, and whence they fpring.
Whether the active fun, with chemic flames,
Through porous earth tranfmits his genial beams;
With heat impregnating the womb of night,
The offspring fhines with its paternal light:
On Britain's ifle propitiously he shines,
With joy defcends, and labours in her mines.
Or whether, urg'd by fubterraneous flames,
The earth ferments, and flows in liquid ftreams;
Furg'd from their drofs, the nobler parts refine,
Receive new forms, and with fresh beauties fhine.
Thus fluid parts, unknowing how to burn,
With cold congeal'd, to solid metals turn:
For metals only from devouring flame
Preferve their beauty, and return the fame ;

Both art and force the well-wrought mass difdains,
And 'midft the fire its native form retains.
Or whether by creation first they fprung,
When yet unpois'd the world's great fabric hung:
Metals the bafis of the earth were made,
The bars on which its fix'd foundation's laid:
All fecond causes they difdain to own,
And from th' Almighty's Fiat fprung alone.

Nature in spacious beds preserves her store,
And keeps unmix'd the well-compacted ore;
The fpreading root a numerous race maintains
Of branching limbs, and far-éxtended veins :
Thus, from its watery ftore, a spring supplies
The leffer ftreams that round its fountain rife;
Which bounding out in fair meanders play,
And o'er the meads in different currents tray.

Methinks I fee the rounded metal spread, To be ennobled with our monarch's head: About the globe th' admired coin fhall run, And make the circle of its parent fun.

How are thy realms, triumphant Britain, bleft! Enrich'd with more than all the diftant weft! Thy fons, no more betray'd with hopes of gain, Shall tempt the dangers of a faithlefs main, Traffic no more abroad for foreign spoil, Supplied with richer from their native foil. To Dovey's flood shall numerous traders come, Employ'd to fetch the British bullion home. To pay their tributes to its bounteous thore, Returning laden with the Cambrian ore. Her abfent fleet Potofi's race fhall mourn, And wish in vain to fee our fails return; Like mifers heaping up their useless store, Starv'd with their wealth, amidft their riches poor. Where-e'er the British banners are difplay'd, The fuppliant nations shall implore our aid: Till, thus compell'd, the greater world confefs Themfelves oblig'd, and fuccour'd by the less. How Cambria's mines were to her offspring known, Thus facred verfe tranfmits the story down: Merlin, a bard of the infpired train, With myftic numbers charm'd the British plain; Belov'd by Phœbus, and the tuneful Nine, His fong was facred, and his art divine: As on Sabrina's fruitful banks he stood, His wondrous verfe reftrain'd the listening flood; The ftream's bright Goddefs rais'd her awful head, And to her cave the artful shepherd led.

Her fwift-defcending steps the youth purfues,
And rich in ore the fpacious mountain views.
In beds distinct the well rang'd metals lay,
Difperfing rays, and counterfeiting day.
The filver, thedding beams of orient light,
Struck with too fierce a glare his aking fight;
Like rifing flames the ruddy copper show'd,
And spread its blushes o'er the dark abode:
Profufe of rays, and with unrival'd beams,
The liquid filver flow'd in restlefs ftreams:
Nor India's fparkling gems are half so bright,
Nor waves above, that fhine with heavenly light;
When thus the Goddefs fpake: Harmonious Youth,
Rever'd for numbers fraught with facred truth!
Belov'd by heaven! attend while I relate
The fix'd decree, and dark events of fate.
Conceal'd thefe treasures lie in Nature's womb,
For future times, and ages yet to come.
When many long revolving years are run,
A hero fhall afcend the British throne,
Whose numerous triumphs fhall Augufta grace,
In arms renown'd, ador'd for plenteous peace.
Beneath his fway a generous youth shall rife,
With virtues bieft, in happy councils wife;
Rich with the fpoils of Learning's various store,
Commanding arts, yet ftill acquiring more.
He, with fuccefs, fhall enter this abode,
And nature trace in paths before untrod;
The fmiling offspring from her womb remove,
And with her entrails glad the realms above.

O youth referv'd by more aufpicious fate,
With fam'd improvements to oblige the state!
By wars impoverish'd, Albion mourns no more,
Thy well-wrought mines forbid her to be poor:
The earth, thy great exchequer, ready lies,
Which all defect of failing funds fupplies;
Thou shalt a nation's preffing wants relieve,
Not war can lavish more than thou canst give.
This, Mackworth, fixes thy immortal name,
The Mufe's darling, and the boast of fame;
No greater virtues on record fhall ftand,
Than thus with arts to grace, with wealth enrich the
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OVID'S ART OF LOVE.

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BOOK THE SECOND *.
WOW Io Pæan fing! now wreaths prepare!
And with repeated Ios fill the air:

The prey is fall'n in my fuccefsful toils,
My artful nets inclofe the lovely spoils :
My numbers now, ye fmiling lovers, crown,
And make your poet deathlefs in renown:
With lafting fame my verfe thall be inroll'd,
And I preferr'd to all the Bards of old.
Thus Paris from the warlike Spartans bore
Their ravish'd bride, to Ida's diftant shore.
Victorious Pelops thus in triumph drove
The vanquish'd maid, and thus enjoy'd his love.

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The FIRST Book of Ovid's" Art of Love," is printed in this Collection, among the Poems of Mr. DRYDEN; the THIRD, among those of Mr. CONGREVE. Mr. POPE's hand-writing enables us to afcribe the SECOND to Dr. YALDEN.

Stay,

Stay, eager youth! your bark's but under sail;
The diftant port requires a profperous gale.
'Tis not enough the yielding beauty 's found,
And with my aid your artful paffion crown'd;
The conquefts our fuccéfsful conduct gain'd,
With art must be fecur'd, by arts maintain'd.
The glory's more to guard, than win the prize;
There all the toils and threatening danger lies.
If ever, Cupid, now indulgent prove,
O Venus! aid; thou charming Queen of Love!
Kind Erato, let thy aufpicious name
Infpire the work, and raife my generous flame.
The labour's great! a method I defign
For Love; and will the fetter'd god confine :
The god that roves the fpacious world around,
In every clime, and diftant region found;
Active and light, his wings elude our guard,
And to confine a deity is hard :

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A medium keep, the winds obferve aright:
The winds will aid your advantageous fight.
He caution'd thus, and thus inform'd him long,
As careful birds inftruct their tender young:
The fpreading wings then to his fhoulders bound,
His body pois'd, and rais'd him from the ground. 85
Prepar'd for flight, his aged arms embrace

The tender youth, whilft tears o'erflow his face.
A hill there was, from whence the anxious pair
Effay'd their wings, and forth they launch'd in air:
Now his expanded plumes the artift pliés,
Regards his fon, and leads along the skies;
25 Pleas'd with the novelty of flight, the boy

Bounds in the air, and upwards fprings with joy.
The angler views them from the distant strand,
And quits the labours of his trembling hand.
Samos they pafs, and Naxos in their flight,
30 And Delos, with Apollo's prefence bright.
Now on their right Lebinthos' fhores they found,
For fruitful lakes and shady groves renown'd.
When the afpiring boy forgot his fears,
Rafh with hot youth and unexperienc'd years:
35 Upwards he foar'd, maintain'd a lofty ftroke,
And his directing father's way forfook.
The wax, of heat impatient, melted run,
Nor could his wings fuftain that blaze of fun.
From heaven he views the fatal depths below,
40 Whilft killing fears prevent the diftant blow.
His ftruggling arms now no affiftance find,
Nor poife the body, nor receive the wind.
Falling, his father he implores in vain,
To aid his flight, and finking limbs fuftain;
His name invokes, till the expiring found
Far in the floods with Icarus was drown'd.
The parent mourns, a parent now no more,
And feeks the absent youth on every shore;
Where's my lov'd fon, my learus! he cries';
Say in whar diftant region of the fkies,

His gueft from flight Minos inclos'd around,
Yet he with wings a daring paffage found.
Thus Dædalus her offspring first confin'd:
Who with a bull in lewd embraces join'd:
Her teeming womb the horrid crime confefs'd;
Big with a human bull, half man, half beaft.
Said he, juft Minos, beft of human-kind,
Thy mercy ler a proftrate exile find.
By fates compell'd my native fhores to fly,
Permit me, where I durft not live, to die.
Enlarge my fon, if you neglect my tears,
And how compaffion to his blooming years:
Let not the youth a long confinement mourn,
Oh free the fon, or let his fire return!
Thus he implor'd, but still implor'd in vain,
Nor could the freedom that he fought obtain.
Convinc'd at length: Now, Dædalus, he cry'd,
Here's fubject for thy art that's yet untry'd,
Minos the earth commands, and guards the fea,
No pass the land affords, the deep no way;
Heaven's only free, we'll heaven's aufpicious height
Attempt to pafs, where kinder fates invite!
Favour, ye powers above, my daring flight ;
Misfortunes oft prove to invention kind,
Inftruct our wit, and aid the labouring mind: *
For who can credit men, in wild defpair,
Should force a paffage through the yielding air!
Feathers for wings defign'd the artist chofe,
And bound with thread his forming pinions clofe:
With temper'd wax the pointed ends he wrought, 60
And to perfection his new labours brought.
The finish'd wings his fmiling offspring views,
Admires the work, not confcious of their ufe:
To whom the father faid, Obferve aright,
Obferve, my fon, thefe inftruments of flight.
In vain the tyrant our escape retards,

The heavens he cannot, all but heaven he guards;
Though earth and feas elude thy father's care,
Thefe wings fhall waft us through the spacious air.
Nor fhall my fon celeftial figns furvey,
Far from the radiant Virgin take your way:
Or where Bootes the chill'd north commands,
And with his faulchion dread Crion ftands?
I'll go before, me still retain in fight,
Where-e'er I lead, fecurely make your flight.
For fhould we upward foar too near the fun,
Diffolv'd with heat, the liquid wax will run :
Or near the feas an humbler flight maintain,
Our plumes will fuffer by the fteaming main.
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Or faithlefs clime, the youthful wanderer flies!
Then view'd his pinions fcatter'd o'er the ftream,
The shore his bones receiv'd, the waves his name. 120
Minos with walls attempted to detain

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Yet the wing'd god fhall to our rules fubmit,
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Theffalian arts in vain rafh lovers ufe,
In vain with drugs the fcornful maid abuse:
The skilful'ft potions ineffectual prove,
Ufelefs are magic remedies in love:

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Could charms prevail, Circe had prov'd her art,
And fond Medea fix'd her Jafon's heart.
Nor tempt with philters the difdainful dame;
They rage infpire, create a frantic flame:
Abftain from guilt, all vicious arts remove,
And make your paffior worthy of her love.
Diftruft your empty form and boafted face;
The nymph engage a thousand nobler ways:
To fix her vanquish'd heart intirely thine,
Accomplish'd graces to your native join.
Beauty's but frail, a charm that foon decays,
Its luftre fades as rolling years increase,
75 And age fill triumphs o'er the ruin'd face.
This truth the fair but fhort-liv'd lily fhows,
And prickles that furvive the faded rofe.
Learn, lovely boy, be with inftruction wife!
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Then cultivate thy mind with Wit and Fame,
Those lasting charms furvive the funeral flame.
With arts and fciences your breast improve,
Of high import are languages in love:
The fam'd Ulyffes was not fair nor young,
But eloquent and charming with his tongue :
And yet for him contending beauties ftrove,
And every fea-nymph fought the hero's love,
Calypfo mourn'd when he forfook her shores,
And with fond waves detain'd his hafty oars.
Oft the enquir'd of ruin'd Ilium's fate,
Making him oft the wondrous tale relate;
Which with fuch grace his florid tongue could frame,
The story still was new, though ftill the fame.
Now ftanding on the shores, again declare,
Calypfo cry'd, your fam'd exploits in war.
He with a wand, a flender wand he bore,
Delineates every action on the shore.
Here's Troy, fays he, then draws the walls in fand:
There Simois flows, here my battalions stand.
A field there was, (and then describes the field)
Where Dolon, with rewards deceiv'd, we kill'd.
Juft thus entrench'd imagine Rhesus lies,
And here we make his warlike fteeds our prize.
Much he defcrib'd, when a destructive wave
Wash'd off the flender Troy, and rolling gave
To Rhefus and his tents one common grave.
Long with delight his charming tongue the heard,
The well-rais'd paffion in her looks appear'd:
The goddefs weeps to view his fpreading fails,
So much a foldier with the fex prevails.
Diftruft thy form, fond youth, and learn to know,
There's more requir'd in love than empty show.
With juft difdain the treats the haughty mind,
'Tis complaifance that makes a beauty kind.
The hawk we hate that always lives in arms,
'The raging wolf that every flock alarms :
But the wild fwallow none with toils infefts,
And none the foft Chaonian bird molefts.
Debates avoid, and rude contention shun;
A woman's with fubmiffive language won.
Let the wife rail, and injur'd husband swear,
Such freedoms are allow'd the marry'd pair:
Difcord and ftrife to nuptial beds belong,
The portion juftifies a clamorous tongue.
With tender vows the yielding maid endear,
And let her only fighs and wishes hear.
Contrive with words and actions to delight,
Still charm her ear, and ftill oblige her fight.

I no inftructions to the rich impart,
He needs not, that prefents, my useless art:
'The giving lover's hand fome, valiant, wife,
His happy fortune is above advice.

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Make not your guilty mafter's crime your own,
But by my punishment my error fhun;
Indecent fury from her fight remove,

No paffion let your mistress know, but love.

Yet if the haughty nymph's unkind and coy, 215 Or fhuns your fight; have patience, and enjoy.

By flow degrees we bend the stubborn bow;
What force refifts, with art will pliant grow.
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By gentler arts we favage beafts reclaim,
And lions, bulls, and furious tigers tame.
Fiercely Atlanta o'er the forest rov'd,
Cruel and wild, and yet at laft the lov'd.
Melanion long deplor'd his hopeless flame,
And, weeping in the woods pursued the fcornful
On his fubmiffive neck her toils he wore,
And with his mistress chac'd the dreadful boar.
Arm'd to the woods I bid you not repair,
Nor follow over hills the favage fair:
My foft injunctions lefs fevere you'll find,
Eafy to learn, and fram'd to every mind.
Her wishes never, nor her will withstand;
Submit, you conquer; ferve, and you'll command.
Her words approve, deny what the denies;
Like, where the likes; and where the fcorns, defpife:
Laugh when she fmiles: when fad, diffolve in tears;
Let every gefture fympathize with hers.

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If the delights, as women will, in play,
Her stakes return, your ready lofings pay.
When she's at cards, or rattling dice the throws,
Connive at cheats, and generously lose.
A fmiling winner let the nymph remain,
Let your pleas'd mistress every conquest gain.
In heat, with an umbrella ready stand;
When walking, offer your officious hand.

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Her trembling hands, though you sustain the cold,
Cherish, and to your warmer bofom hold.
Think no inferior office a difgrace;

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The hero that eluded Juno's fpite,
And every monster overcame in fight;
That paft fo many bloody labours o'er,

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And well deferv'd that heav'n whofe weight he bore:

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And grafps the diftaff with obedient hands;
In all commands the haughty dame obeys;
And who difdains to act like Hercules ?
If the 's at law, be fure commend the laws,
Solicit with the judge, or plead her caufe.
195 With patience at the affignation wait,

I to the needy fing; though poor, I love,
And, wanting wealth, with melting language move.
His honour ftorms a stubborn damfel's door;
I'm cautious to affront, because I'm poor.
With pleafing arts I court, with arts poffefs;
Or if I'm bounteous, 'tis in promifes.
Enrag'd, I ruffled once Corinna's hair,
Long was I banifh'd by the injur'd fair;
Long mournful nights for this confumed alone,
Nor could my tears the furious maid atone.
Weeping, fhe vow'd, a fuit of point I tore;
Falfely fhe vow'd, but I must purchase more.

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And value your deferving paffion more!
Thus through the boisterous feas Leander mov'd,
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Nor blushing think how low you condescend
To court her maids, and make each flave your friend:
Each by their names familiarly falute,
And beg them to promote your amorous fuit.
Ferhaps a bribe's requir'd; your bounty fhow,
And from your flender fortune part bestow.
A double bribe the chamber-maid fecures ;
And when the favorite 's gain'd, the fair is yours.
She'll add, to every thing you do, a grace,
And watch the wanton hours, and time her praise.
When fervants merry make, and feaft and play,
Then give her fomething to keep holiday.
Retain them every one, the porter most,
And her whe nightly guards the happy coast.

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Fierce as Medusa though your mistress prove,
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Be cautious left you over-act your part,
Let no falfe action give your words the lie,
And temper your hypocrify with art:
For, undeceiv'd the 's ever after shy.
In Autumn oft, when the luxurious year
Purples the grape, and fhows the vintage near;
When fultry heats, when colder blasts arise,
And bodies languish with inconftant skies:
If vitious heaven infects her tender veins,
And in her tainted blood fome fever reigns;
Then your kind vows, your pious care bestow,
The bleffings you expect to reap, then fow:
Think nothing naufeous in her loath'd difeafe,
But with your ready hand contrive to please:
Weep in her fight, then fonder kiffes give,
And let her burning lips your tears receive.
Much for her fafety vow, but louder speak,
Let the nymph hear the lavish vows you make.
As health returns, fo let your joys appear,
Oft fmile with hope, and oft confefs your fear.
This in her breaft remains, these pleasing charms
Secure a paffage to her grateful arms.
Reach nothing naufeous to her tafte or fight,
Officious only when you most delight:
Nor bitter draughts, nor hated medicines give:
Let her from rivals what the loaths receive.
Thofe profperous winds that launch'd our bark from
When out at fea aflift its courfe no more:
Time will your knowledge in our art improve,
Give ftrength and vigour to your forming love.
The dreadful bull was but a calf when young;
The lofty oak but from an acorn fprung:
From narrow fprings the nobleft currents Aow,
320 But fwell their floods, and fpread them as they go.
Be converfant with love, no toils refufe,
And conquer all fatigues with frequent ufe.
Still let her hear your fighs, your paffion view,
And night and day the flying maid pursue.

I no profufe nor costly gifts commend,
But choose and time it well, whate'er you fend.
Provide the product of the early year,
And let your boy the rural prefent bear;
Tell her 'twas fresh, and from your manor brought,
Though ftale, and in the fuburb market bought,
The first ripe cluster let your mistress eat,
With chefnuts, melons, and fair peaches treat,
Some larger fish, or choicer fowl prefent:
They recommend your paffion, where they're fent.
'Tis with thefe arts the childless mifer's caught,
Thus future legacies are bafely bought :
But may his name with infamy be curft,
That practis'd them on love, and woman first!

In tender fonnets moft your flame rehearse,
But who, alas of late are mov'd by verfe?
Women a wealthy-treating fool admire,
Applaud your wit, but coftly gifts require.
This is the golden age, all worship gold,
Honors are purchas'd, Love and Beauty fold.
Should Homer come with his harmonious train,
And not prefent, Homer 's turn'd out again.

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Some of the sex have sense, their number's fmall; 325 Then paufe a while; by fallow fields we gain;
Moft ignorant, yet vain pretenders all:
Flatter aright, fmooth empty ftanzas fend;

They feldom fenfe, but found and rhyme commend.
Should you with art compofe each polish'd line,
And make her, like your numbers, all divine:

Yet the 'll a treat, or worthlefs toy prefer

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A thirty foil receives the welcome rain.
Phyllis was calm while with Demophoon blefs'd,
His abfence wounded most her raging breaft:
Thus his chafte confort for Ulyffes burn'd,
And Laodamia thus her abfent husband mourn'd:
With speed return, you're ruin'd by delays,
Some happy youth may foon fupply your place.
When Sparta's prince was from his Helen gone,
Could Helen be content to lie alone?
She in his bed receiv'd her amorous guest,
And nightly clafp'd him to her panting breaft.
Unthinking cuckold, to a proverb blind!
What, trust a beau and a fair wife behind!
Let furious hawks thy trembling turtles keep,
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But not the foaming boar whom spears furround,
Revenging on the dogs his mortal wound,
Nor lionefs, whofe young receive the breaft,
Nor viper by unwary footsteps preft;
Nor drunkard by th' Aonian god poffeft,
Tranfcend the woman's rage, by fury led,
To find a rival in her injur'd bed.

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420 And naufeates pleasures it has long enjoy'd.
But as a fire, whofe wafted ftrength declines,
Converts to afhes, and but faintly shines;
When fulphur's brought, the spreading flames return,
And glowing embers with fresh fury burn;

425 A rival thus th' ungrateful maid reclaims,
Revives defire, and feeds her dying flames:
Oft make her jealous, give your fondness o'er,
And teaze her often with fome new amour.
Happy, thrice happy youth, with pleasures bleft,
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With fire and fword fhe flies, the frantic dame
Difdains the thoughts of tenderness or shame.
Her offspring's blood enrag'd Medea fpilt,
A cruel mother, for the father's guilt.
And Progne's unrelenting fury proves,
That dire revenge purfues neglected loves.
Where facred ties of honor are destroy'd,
Such errors cautious lovers must avoid.
Think not my precepts conftancy enjoin,
Venus avert! far nobler's my design.
At large enjoy, conceal your paffion well,
Nor ufe the modifh vanity to tell:
Avoid prefenting of fufpected toys,
Nor to an hour confine your varied joys:
Defert the fhades you did frequent before,
Nor make them confcious to a new amour.
The nymph, when the betrays, difdains your guilt,
And, by fuch falfehood taught, fhe learns to jilt.
While with a wife Atrides liv'd content,
Their loves were mutual, and the innocent:
But when inflam'd with every charming face,
Her lewdnefs ftill maintain'd an equal pace.
Chryfes, as fame had told her, pray'd in vain,
Nor could by gifts his captive girl obtain ;
Mournful Brifeïs, thy complaints she heard,
And how his luft the tedious war deferr'd.
This tamely heard, but with refentment view'd
The victor by his beauteous slave subdued;
With rage the faw her own neglected charms,
And took Ægifthus to her injur'd arms.
To luft and shame by his example led,
Who durft fo openly profane her bed.

What you conceal, her more obferving eye
Perhaps betrays: with oaths the fact deny ;
And boldly give her jealousy the lie;
Not too fubmiffive feem, nor over-kind;
Thefe are the fymtoms of a guilty mind:"
But no carefes, no endearments fpare,
Enjoyment pacifies the angry fair.

There are, that strong provoking potions praise,
And nature with pernicious medicines raife;
Nor drugs, nor herbs, will what you fancy prove,
And I pronounce them poifons all in love.
Some pepper bruis'd with feeds of nertles join,
And clay steep in bowls of mellow wine;
Venus is most averfe to forc'd delights,
Extorted flames pollute her genial rites;
With fishes fpawn thy feeble nerves recruit,
And with eringo's hot falacious root:
The goddess worshipp'd by th' Erycian fwains
Megara's white fhallo, fo faint, difdains.
New eggs they ke, and honey's liquid juice,
And leaves and apples of the pine infufe.

That view'ft the anguish of her jealous breast!
Whene'er thy guilt the flighted, beauty, knows,
She fwoons ; her voice, and then her colour goes.
Oft would my furious nymph, in burning rage,
| Affault my locks, and with her nails engage ;
Then how she'd weep, what piercing glances caft!
And vow to hate the perjur'd wretch at last.
Let not your mistress long your falfehood mourn:
Neglected fondnefs will to fury turn.

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And on your breaft her drooping head fuftain:
Whilst weeping kiss, amidst her tears enjoy,
And with excefs of blifs her rage destroy."
Let her awhile lament, awhile complain,
Then die with pleasure, as the dy'd with pain.
Enjoyment cures her with its powerful charms,'
She'll fign a pardon in your active arms.

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And Chaos was in beauteous form difpos'd;
The beafts inhabit woods, the birds the air,
And to the floods the fcaly fry repair.
Mankind alone enjoy'd no certain place,

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455 On rapine liv'd, a rude unpolish'd race:

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465 And fporting fish their finny beauties find:
In amorous folds the wanton ferpents twine,
And dogs with their falacious females join.
The lufty bull delights his frifking dames,
And more lafcivious goat her male inflames.
470 Mares furious grow with love, their boundaries force
Plunging through waves to meet the neighing horfe.

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