Amours

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2.3.18
Her favour, and thou need'st not strive in vain.
2.3.19
Consult her pleasure, and her will obey,
2.3.20
To favour that's the sure, the ready way:
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Without it, how unhappy wilt thou be!
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Life is without it of no use to thee.
2.3.23
Thou'rt beautiful, and mayst thy prime enjoy,
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And well thy beauty and thy youth employ.
2.3.25
Study to serve thy gentle mistress well,
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And merit her good graces by thy zeal;
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Watch as thou wilt, the trouble thou mayst spare,
2.3.28
She'll easily deceive thy utmost care.
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When two fond lovers are agreed to meet,
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Canst thou their well-concerted plot defeat?
2.3.31
The ways of kindness thou shouldst rather use;
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By being civil thou wilt nothing lose;
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And when an opportunity is fail,
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For thy own sake be friendly to our pray'r.
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A friend be to thy lady, not a guard,
2.3.36
And we, with bounteous hand, thy friendship will reward.
2.4.1
Vice by my verse I never will defend,
2.4.2
Nor by false arms to fence my own pretend.
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Frankly my failings I with shame confess;
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To hide my errors would not make them less.
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My faults, whate'er I suffer by't, I own,
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That others, if they please, those faults may shun
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I hate myself, my follies, and would fain
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Be, were it in my pow'r, another man.
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How difficult it is, ye righteous Gods,
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Against our wills to bear such heavy loads.
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I have not strength to guard myself from ill,
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And, as I wish, to rule my wicked will.
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I'm hurry'd on, as by the boistrous sea
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The driving bark is swiftly borne away.
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No certain form inflames my am'rous breast,
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All beauty is alike to me the best;
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A hundred causes kindle my desires,
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And love ne'er wants a torch to light my fires.
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When on the earth the modest virgin looks,
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That very modesty of hers provokes;
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And if I chance to meet a forward fair,
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I'm taken with her frank and easy air:
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I figure to myself a thousand charms,
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A thousand raptures in her wanton arms.
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If, like the damsels of the Sabine race,
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She's rude, I look upon it as grimace;
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That sullen as she seems at first, 'tis art,
2.4.28
That I the more may prize the conquest or her heart.
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New joys, if she's a wit, I hope to find;
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And with her body, to possess her mind:
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If foolish, I in that can see no harm,
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And in her very folly find a charm.
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I know a maid so very fond, and dull,
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To me she thinks Callimachus a fool.
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I soon am pleas'd with one that's pleas'd with me,
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Alike we in our taste and wish agree:
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But if the fair my verses don't approve,
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I bragging tell her, she will like my love;
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If with her tongue, or with her heel she's brisk,
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Her prattle pleases, and her gamesome frisk;
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But if she's heavy, I suppose at night
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She'll change, and prove, as I would have her, light,
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The fair that sings, enchants me with her voice;
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Oh, what a gust it gives a lover's joys!
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When her shrill shakes afresh his bosom wound,
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And from her lips he kisses off the sound;
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When her soft fingers touch the silver strings,
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And sweetly to the sounding lute she sings;
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Who can resist such strong redoubled charms?
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Her music melts me, as her beauty warms
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If in the dance the nimble nymph I find,
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And view how she her pliant limbs does wind,
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How artfully she to the music moves,
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I cry, "How happy is the man she loves!"
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My humour, in a word, is plainly this,
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All objects please, and nothing comes amiss.
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To love, and be belov'd my sole employ:
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Dispos'd to be enjoy'd, and to enjoy.
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This lady for her length I like, her spread
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Will swell my arms, and fill the joyous bed;
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She's like the lusty heroines of old,
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And with a strong embrace her lover will enfold.
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This lass, because she's little, I approve;
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The least are lightest in the sports of love.
2.4.65
With every size my passion does agree,
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And tall and short are both alike to me.
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I fancy, when undress'd I find the fair,
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'Tis less her want of charms, than want of care.
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If with her dishabille, I cry, " I'm pleas'd,"
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How beauteous would she be if she were dress'd
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And when she does her best apparel wear,
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I think her riches in her pride appear.
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The fair, the olive, are to me the same,
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Alike the swarthy, and the sandy dame.
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When her black curls adown her shoulders flow,
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Such Leda's were, her skin as white as snow;
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And when her golden locks her head adorn,
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I straight compare her to the saffron morn.
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My love with no complexion disagrees,
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But all alike my ready passion please.
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The younger by their bloom my heart secure,

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