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Behold the conflicts of the generous steeds, Has not the emperor got some envoy here?
Don't the states general assist them all?
Should we not be in danger, if they fall ? It is no treacherous or base piece of art,
If Savoy's duke and prince Eugene could meet T'approve the side with which the fair takes part: In this solemnity, 'twould be complete. For equal passion equal minds will strike,
Think you that Barcelona could have stood Either in commendation or dislike.
Without the hazard of our noblest blood?
Did many towns in Flanders then subunit?
Oh, could my wish but fame eternal give,
The laurel on those brows should ever live!”
That wise and most instructing scene of art, So when Eliza, whose propitious days
Where Vice is punish'd with a just reward, Revolving Heaven does seem again to raise ; And Virtue meets with suitable regard ; Whose ruling genius show'd a master-stroke Where mutual Love and Friendship find return, In every thing she did, and all she spoke; But treacherous Insolence is hiss'd with scorn, Was stepping o'er a passage, which the rain And Love's unlawful wiles in torment burn. Had fill'd, and seem'd as stepping back again; This without blushes wbilst a virgin sees, Young Raleigh scorn'd to see his queen retreat, Upon some brave spectator Love may seize, And threw his velvet-cloak beneath her feet. Who, till she sends it, never can have ease. The queen approv'd the thought, and made him As things that were the best at first great6.
By their corruption grow the worst; Mark when the queen her thanks divine would The modern stage takes liberties give
Unseen by our forefathers' eyes.
As bees from bive, from mole-bill ants;
All crowding to the comedy,
For to be seen, and not to see.
Yet still they have some native shame :
And ev'n their impudence is mask'd: With stately steps, and eight well-chosen steeds, For Nature would be modest still, From every palace beauties may be seen,
And there's reluctancy in will. That will acknowledge none but her for queen. Sporting and plays had harmless been, Then, if kind Chance a lovely maid has thrown And might by any one be seen, Next to a youth with graces like her own,
Till Romulus began to spoil them, Much she would learn, and many questions ask; W'ho kept a palace, call'd Asylum; The answers are the lover's pleasing task.
Wherebastards, pimps, and thieves, and pandars, “ Is that the man who made the French to ? Were listed all to be commanders. What place is Blenheim ? is the Danube nigh? But then the rascals were so poor, Where was 't that he with sword victorious stood, They could not cbange a rogue for whore; And made their trembling squadrons choose the And neighbouring jades resolv'd to tarry, flood ?
Rather than with such scrubs they'd marry. What is the gold adorns this roval state?
But, for to cheat thein, and be wiv'd, Is it not hammer'd all from Vigo's plate?
They knavishly a farce contriv'd. Don't it require a most prodigious care
No gilded pillars there were seen, To manage treasures in the height of war?
Nor was the cloth they trod on green. Must he not be of calmest truth possest,
No ghosts came from the cellar crying, Presides o'er councils of the royal breast?
Nor angels from the garret flying. Sea-fights are surely dismal scenes of war!
The house was made of sticks and bushes, Pray, sir, were ever you at Gibraltar?
And all the floor was strew'd with rushes:
The seats were raised with turf and sods, 6 Sir Walter Raleich is well known to have been Whence beroes might be view'd, and gods. indebted to this little mark of gallantry for his Paris and Helen was the play, rise at court. N.
And how both of them ran away.
Romulus bade his varlets go
Take care how you from virtue stray; Invite the Sabines to his show.
For scandal follows the same way, Unto this opera no rate is :
And more than truth it will devise. They all were free to come in gratis :
Old poets did delight in lies, And they, as girls will seldom miss
Which modern ones now call surprise.
Some say that Myrrha lov'd her father,
And in such tales old Greece did glory:
Amongst the which, pray take this story. Their song and dance were like the Dutch:
Crete was an isle, whose fruitful nations The whole performance was by men,
Swarm'd with an hundred corporations, Because they had no eunuchs then.
And there upon Mount Ida stood But, whilst the music briskly play'd,
A renerable spacious wood, Romulus at his cue display'd
Within whose centre was a grove The sign for each man to his maid.
Immortaliz'd by birth of Jove : “ Huzza !" they cry; then seize: some tremble In vales blow a buil was fed, In real fact, though most dissemble.
Whom all the kine obey'd as head; Some are attempting an escape,
Betwixt his horns a tuft of black did grow, And others softly cry, “ A rape!”
But all the rest of him was driven snow. Whilst some bawl out, “ That they had rather (Our tale to truth does not contine us.) Than twenty pound lose an old father.”
At the same time one justice Minos, Some look extremely pale, and others red,
That liv'd hard-by, was inarried lately; Sie wish they'd ne'er been born, or now weredeal, And, that his bride might show more stately, And others fairly wish themselves a-bed.
When through her pedigree he run,
Found she was daughter to the Sun.
And, as her father, she was bright,
This lady took up an odd fancy, Their rapes and lewdness without shame;
That with his bull she fain would dance ye. Their vice and villany's the same.
She'd mow him grass, and cut down boughs, Ill be their fate who would corrupt the stage,
On which his stateliness might browse.
Whilst thus she hedges breaks and climbs,
She'd rather trudge among the kine.
Then at her toilet she would say,
5 Methinks I look bizarre to day. Now learn those arts which teach you to obtain Sure my glass lies, I'm not so fair : Those beauties which you see divinely reign.
Oh, were this face o'ergrown with hair!
But now I'm liker to a sow
Than, what I wish to be, a cow'Tis then we purple view, and costly gem,
What would I give that I could lough! And with more admiration gaze on thein.
My bull-y cares for none of those Faults seek the dark; they who by moon-light woo, That are afraid to spoil their clothes : May find their fair-one as inconstant too.
Did he but love me, he'd not fail When Modesty supported is by Truth,
To take me with my draggle-tail.” There is a bo dness that becomes your youth.
Then tears would fall, and then she'd la gentle sounds disclose a lover's care,
run, 'Tis better than your sizhing and Jespair.
As would tho Devil upon Dun.
Runs on, and then turns back again!
Or a she-ass that tries to dance. Then, what that says is insolence and pride,
In vain she thinks hers: If so fine : Is Prudence, with firm Honour for its guide.
She can't please bull-y, for he's mine. The lady's counsels often are betray'd
But 'tis revenge alone assuages By trustings crets to a servile maid,
My envy when the passion rages. Tne whole intrigues of whose insidious brain
Here, rascal, quickly yoke that cow, Are base, and only terminate in pain.
And see the shrivel'd carrion plough. It then take care of too diffusive mirth;
But second counsel's best: she dies : Suspicions thence, and thence attempts, take I'll make immediate sacrifice, Hadllium been with gravity employ'd, [birth. And with the victim trust my eyes. By Sinon's craft it has not been destroy'd.
'Tis thus my rivals l'll remove A vulgar air, mean songs, and free discourse, Who interpose 'twixt me and what I love. With sly insinuations, may prove worse
Io in Egypt's worship now, To tender females than the Trojan horse.
Since Jove transform'd her to a cow,
'Twas on a bull Europa came
You in your scull did promise carriage, To that blest land which bears her name.
And gave me proofs of fature marriage; Who knows what fate's ordain'd for me
But then last night away did creep, The languishing Pasiphaë,
And basely left me fast asleep.” Had I a bull as kind as she !"
Then she is falling in a fit: When madness rages with unusual fire,
But don't grow uglier one bit. 'Tis not in Nature's power to quench desire;
The flood of tears rather supplies
The bubbies then are beat again :
Will come of me? oh, tell me that !”
Bacco was drawer at the Sun,
And had his belly like his tun: LET youth avoid the noxious heat of wine :
For blubber-lips and checks all bloated, Bacchus to Cupid bears an ill design.
And frizzled pate, the youth was note. The grape, wheu scattered on the wings of Love, He, as his custom was, got drunk, So clogs the down, the feathers cannot move. And then went strolling for å punk. The boy, who otherwise would fleeting stray, Six links and lanterns, cause'twas dark yet, Reels, tumbles, lies, and is enforc'd to stay.
He press'd from Covent-Garden market: Then courage rises, when the spirit's fir'd,
Then his next captives were the waits, And rages to possess the thing desird:
Who play'd lest he should break their pates. Care vanishes through the exalted blood,
But, as along in state he passes, And sorrow passes in the purple flood;
He met a fellow driving asses: Laughter proceeds; nor can he want a soul,
For there are several folks, whose trade is Whose thoughts in fancied heaps of plenty roll. To milk them for consumptive ladies. Uncommon freedom lets the lips impart
Nothing would serve but get astride, Plain simple truth from a dissembling heart.
And the old bell-man too must ride, Then to some wanton passion he must run,
What with their hooting shunting yell, Which his discreeter hours would gladly sbun; The scene had something in't of Hell. Where he the time in thoughtless ease may pass, And who should all this rabble meet, And write his billet-dour upon the glass;
But Gnossy, drabbling in the street ? Whilst sinking eyes with languishment profess The fright destroy'd her speech and colour, Follies his tongue refuses to confess.
And all remembrance of her sculler. Then his good-nature will take t'other sup,
Her conduct thrice bade her be flying: If she'll first kiss, that he may kiss the cup.
Her fears thrice hinder'd her from trying..' Then something nice and costly he could eat,
Like bullrusbes on side of brook, Supposing still that she will carve the meat. Or aspin leaves, her joints all shook, But, if a brother or a husband's by,
Bacco cry'd out, “ I'm come, my dear; Whom the ill-natur'd world may call a spy,
l'll soon disperse all thoughts of fear: He thinks it not below him to pretend
Nothing but joys shall revel here." The open-heartedness of a true frierd;
Then, hugging her in brawny arm, Gives him respect surpassing his de zree:
Protested, “ She should have no harm :
But rather would assure her, he
And that, encircled all around
With glass and candles many a pound, And all the lover's business is to keep
She should with bells command the bar, His thoughts from anger, and his eyes from sleep : And call her rooms Sun, Moon, and Star: He'll laugh ye, dance ye, sing ye, vault, look gay,
That the good company were met, And ruffle all the ladies in his play.
And should not want a wedding-treat." But still the gentleman's extremely fine ;
In short, they married, and both made ye, There's nothing apish in him but the wine. He a free landlord, she a kind landlady. Many a mortal has been bit
The Spartan lords their villains would invite By marrying in the drunken fit.
To an excess of drink in children's sight: To lay the matter plain before ye,
The parent thus their innocence would save, Pray hearken whilst I tell my story.
And to the load of wine condeinn the slave,
Tre season must be mark'd for nice address:
A grant ill-tim'd will make the favour less. And petticoats hung dangling down:
Not the wise gardener morc discretion needs Her shoes were slipt, her ancles bare,
To manage tender plants and hopeful seeds, And all around her flew her yellow hair.
To know when rain, when warmth, must guard “ Oh, cruel Theseus ! can you go,
his flowers, And leave your little Gnossis so?
Than lovers du to watch their most auspicious
ART OF LOVE.
267 As the judicious pilot views from far
This is a stratagem of Capid's war:
She'd, like a Parthian, wound you from afar,
Pursue the fair disdain through every place
If to the play she goes, be there, and see
How love rewarded makes the comedy,
Fly to the park, if thither she'd retire;
Majestic Truth with sacred Hymen join'd.
It is in vain some study to profess
Whene'er it may secm proper you should write, As not content with maniy cleanliness.
Mein, shape, or manner, no addition needs:
Rough Theseus landing from the briny floods,
Where powder'd wig and snuff-box might have
No youth that's wise will to his figure trust,
Distress must ask, and gratefuily receive:
'Tis Heaven and Beauty's honour they can give. Though much is lost at play; yet Hope at last There's some have thought that looking pale and Drives on, and meets with some successful cast.
There's nothing then remains but to be bold,
And Cupid dart the breast at which you aim.
No need of studied speech, or skilful rules:
For nine years' space Egypt bad fruitless stood,
Suppose that your first letter is sent back; When Thrasius said, “That blessing to regain,
The gods require a stranger should be slain.”
“ Be thou the man," (the fierce Busiris cries:)
“ P'll make th' adviser his own sacrifice;
Nor can he blame the voice by which he dies.”
Sappose sh' has read, but then no answer gave: For Phalaris a bull had made:
With fire beneath, and water hot,
And gave him, like an honest fellow,
Than, “ He that thinks of ill, should feel it first."
That can betray a friend or kinsman's names,
And by that covert hide unlawful Hames:
Whose eager passion finds its sure relief,
Ten thousand more to rob the mind of ease.
For, as the Earth in various birth abounds,
One said, her fingers were most fitting Their humour dances in fantastic rounds;
For the most fiddling work of knitting. Like Proteus, can be lion, river, bear,
Then one her wedding-bed would make, A tree, or any thing that's fram'd of air.
And all must help her for love's sake. Thus they lay snares, thus they set off their bait Zoe, undrest in wight-gown tawdry, With all the fine allurements of deceit.
With clumsy fist must work embroidery; But they, who through this course of mischief Whilst others try her greasy clunches run,
With stoning currants in whole bunches. Will find that fraud is various, virtue one.
But there was one, call'd Dedamy, Achilles, a gigantic boy,
Mistrusted something by the by, Was wanted at the siege of Troy :
And, sighing, thus one night she said, His country's danger did require him,
“Why, Zoe may n't we go to bed ?" And all the generals did desire bim :
“ Soon as you please, good mistress Ded." For Discord, you must know, had thrown
The flecting months soon roll abont; Au apple where 'twas two to one;
Time caine when murder all must out. But, it a stir was made about it,
Zoe, for fear of the old man, Two of the three must go without it:
Into the army quickly ran; And so it was; for Paris gave it
And sav'd the slitting of his nose, To Venus, who resolv'd to have it.
By timely changing of her clothes. (The story here would be too long :
Thus, whilst we Glory's dictates shan, But you may find it in the song.)
Into the shares of Yice we run; Venus, although not over-virtuous,
And he that should his country serve, Yet still designing to be courteous,
And beauty by his worth deserve, Resolved to procure the varlet
In female softness wanton stays,
And what he should adore betrays.
But now, O happy youth, thy prize is found,
And all thy wishes with success are crown'd. The breach of hospitable laws:
Not lo Pæans, when Apollo's prais'd; Though done to one, yet common grief
Not trophies to victorious Grecians rais'd; Made all unite to seek relief.
Not acclamations of exalted Rome, But, when they songht the country round, To welcome peace with her Augustus home; There's no Achilles could be found.
Can more delight a brave and generous mind, His mother was afraid t have lost him,
Than it must you to see a beauty kind: And therefore thus she did accost him :
The bays to me with gratitude you'll give, “ My pretty dear, let me persuade ye
Like Hesiod and like Homer make me live. This once for to become a lady.
Thus Pelops on triumphant chariot brought This petticoat and mantua take,
Hippodamy, with his life's danger bought. And wear this nightrail for my sake.
Thus prosperous Jason, rich with golden fleece, I've made your knots all of the smallest,
On Argo's vocal timber sail'd to Greece. Because you're something of the tallest.
But stay, fond youth; the danger is not past : I'd have you never go unlac'd,
You're not arriv'd in port, nor anchor cast, For fear of spoiling of your waist.
From you my heart may still more bays deserve, Now languish ou me-scorn me now
If what by me you gain'd, by me you shall pre Smile-frown-run-laugh- see 'twill do. Nor than the conquest is the glory less, (sene, You'd perfect all you now begin,
To fix the throne on that which yon possess. Only for poking out your chin."
Now, Erato, divinest, softest Muse,
Whose name and office both do love infuse, To Lycomede, and there pretends
Assist my great design: if Venus' son, It was a daughter of a friend's,
That vagabond, would from his mother run, Who, grown full large by country feeding, And then, with soaring wings and body light, Was sent to her, to mend ber breeding.
Through the vast world's extent would take his Herself had now no child, nor no man
flight; To trust but him, poor lonely woman!
By artful bonds let me secure his stay, That might reward him well hereafter,
And make his universal power obey. If he would use her as his daughter.
Whilst I my ait would thus improve, In choice of names, as Iris, Chloe,
And fondly thought to shackle Love, Psyche and Phillis, she took Zoe.
Two neighbours that were standing by, Th’ old man receiv'd her, and exprest
Tormented both with jealousy, Much kindness for his topping guest :
Told me it was in vain to try. Show'd her his girls; said, Whilst she'd stay, When one began his tale, as thus: His Zoe should be us'd as they."
" Perhaps you've beard of Dadalus, At first there much reservdness past:
When Minos would have inade bin stay, But, when acquaintance grew at last,
How through the clouds he found his way, They'd jest, and every one would show
He was a workman wise and good, Her works, which she could never do.
Building was what he understood.