TO charms and philters, secret spells and prayers,
How many round attribute all their cares!
A CERTAIN pious rector (John his name),
But little preached, except when vintage came;
DAME FORTUNE often loves a laugh to raise,
And, playing off her tricks and roguish ways,
Oh, who art thou who darest of Love complain?
He is a gentle spirit and injures none!
WHEN Cupid with his dart, would hearts assail,
The rampart most secure is not the VEIL;
NEAR Rome, of yore, close to the Florence road,
Was seen a humble innkeeper's abode;
WE'RE told, that once a cobbler, BLASE by name;
A wife had got, whose charms so high in fame;
IN Lombardy's fair land, in days of yore,
Once dwelt a prince, of youthful charms, a store;
Oh happy you! who blest with present bliss
See not with fatal prescience future tears,
Aunque ungiste el umbral y ensalivaste no pudo penetrar, lamida y suave,
PAINTER in Paphos and Cythera famed
Depict, I pray, the absent Iris' face.
AS o'er their wine one day, three gossips sat,
Discoursing various pranks in pleasant chat,
SOME wit, handsome form and gen'rous mind;
A triple engine prove in love we find;
THE change of food enjoyment is to man;
In this, t'include the woman is my plan.
WHEN William went from home (a trader styled):
Six months his better half he left with child,
I LATELY vowed to leave the nuns alone,
So oft their freaks have in my page been shown.
IN life oft ills from self-imprudence spring;
As proof, Candaules' story we will bring;
Much wearied with her long and dreary way,
And now with toil and sorrow well nigh spent,
THE worst of ills, with jealousy compared,
Are trifling torments ev'ry where declared.
NO master sage, nor orator I know,
Who can success, like gentle Cupid show;
HOWEVER exquisite we BEAUTY find,
It satiates sense, and palls upon the mind:
WHEN Venus and Hypocrisy combine,
Oft pranks are played that show a deep design;
TO you, my friends, allow me to detail,
The feats of monks in Catalonia's vale,
EXAMPLE often proves of sov'reign use;
At other times it cherishes abuse;
When pleasure sparkles in the cup of youth,
And the gay hours on downy wing advance,
SOME time ago from Rome, in smart array,
A younger brother homeward bent his way,
THE key, which opes the chest of hoarded gold.
Unlocks the heart that favours would withhold.
I RECOLLECT, that lately much I blamed,
The sort of lover, avaricious named;
Full gladsome was my heart ere while to tell
How proud Ambition owned superior Love;
IN ev'ry age, at Naples, we are told,
Intrigue and gallantry reign uncontrolled;
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