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Art of Love

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    Extremely flatter and extremely pray.

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    Priam by pray'rs did Hector's body gain;

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    Nor is an angry god invok'd in vain.

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    With promis'd gifts her early mind bewitch,

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    For e'en the poor in promise may be rich.

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    Vain hopes awhile her appetite will stay;

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    'Tis a deceitful, but commodious way.

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    Who gives is mad ; but make her still believe

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    'Twill come, and that's the cheapest way to give.

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    E'en barren lands fair promises afford,

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    But the lean harvest cheats the starving lord.

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    Buy not thy first employment, lest it prove

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    Of bad example to thy future love ;

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    But get it gratis, and she'll give thee more,

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    For fear of losing what she gave before.

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    The losing gamester shakes the box in vain,

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    And bleeds, and loses on, in hopes to gain.

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    Write then, and in thy letter, as I said,

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    Let her with mighty promises be fed.

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    Cydyppe by a letter was betray'd,

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    Writ on an apple to th' unwary maid;

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    She read herself into a marriage vow,

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    (And every cheat in love the gods allow.)

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    Learn eloquence, ye noble youth of Rome,-

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    It will not only at the bar o'ercome:

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    Sweet words the people and the senate move;

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    But the chief end of eloquence is love.

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    But in thy letter hide thy moving arts,

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    Affect not to be thought a man of parts;

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    None but vain fools to simple women preach:

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    A learned letter oft has made a breach.

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    In a familiar style your thoughts convey,

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    And write such things as, present, you would say;

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    Such words as from the heart may seem to move;

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    'Tis wit enough to make her think you love.

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    If seal'd she sends it back, and will not read,

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    Yet hope, in time, the business may succeed.

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    In time the steer will to the yoke submit,

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    In time the restive horse will bear the bit.

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    E'en the hard ploughshare use will wear away,

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    And stubborn steel in length of time decay.

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    Water is soft and marble hard, and yet

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    We see soft water through hard marble eat.

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    Though late, yet Troy at length in flames expir'd;

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    And ten years more, Penelope had tir'd.

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    Perhaps she writes, and answers with disdain,

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    And sharply bids you not to write again:

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    What she requires, she fears you would accord;

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    The jilt would not be taken at her word.

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    Meantime, if she be carried in her chair,

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    Approach, but do not seem to know she's there:

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    Speak softly, to delude the standers by;

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    Or, if aloud, then speak ambiguously.

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    If sauntering in the portico she walk,

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    Move slowly too, for that's a time for talk;

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    And sometimes follow, sometimes be her guide,

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    But when the crowds permit, go side by side.

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    Nor in the playhouse let her sit alone,

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    For she's the playhouse and the play in one;

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    There thou may'st ogle, or by signs advance

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    Thy hand, and seem to touch her hand by chance.

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    Admire the dancer who her liking gains,

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    And pity in the play the lover's pails ;

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    For her sweet sake the loss of time despise,

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    Sit while she sits, and when she rises rise.

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    But dress not like a fop, nor curl your hair,

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    Nor with a pumice make your body bare;

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    Leave those effeminate and useless toys

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    To eunuchs, who can give no solid joys.

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    Neglect becomes a man-this Theseus found;

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    Uncurl'd, uncomb'd, the nymphs his wishes crowned.

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    The rough Hippolytus was Phaedra's care,

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    And Venus thought the rude Adonis fair.

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    Be not too finical, but yet be clean,

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    And wear well fashioned clothes, like other men;

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    Let not your teeth be yellow or be foul,

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    Nor in wide shoes your feet too loosely roll.

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    Of a black muzzle and long beard beware,

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    And let a skilful barber cut your hair;

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    Your nails be pick'd from dirt, and even par'd;

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    Nor let your nasty nostrils bud with beard.

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    Cure your unsav'ry breath; gargle your throat;

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    And free your armpits from the ram and goat.

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    Dress not, in short, too little or too much;

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    And be not wholly French nor wholly Dutch.

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    Now Bacchus calls me to his jolly rites:

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    Who would not follow when a god invites?

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    He helps the poet, and his pen inspires;

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    Kind and indulgent to his former fires.

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    Fair Ariadne wander'd on the shore

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    Forsaken now; and Theseus loves no more;

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    Loose was her gown, dishevel'd was her hair,

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    Her bosom naked, and her feet were bare;

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    Exclaiming, on the water's brink she stood,

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    Her briny tears augment the briny flood;

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    She shriek'd and wept, and both became her face,

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    No posture could that heav'nly form disgrace.

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    She beat her breast: - "The traitor's gone," said she;

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    "What shall become of poor forsaken me?

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    What shall become-" She had not time for more,

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