ODE.
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It would the Vulture's cruelty outgo,
If once again his liver thus should grow.
Pity him, Jove! and his bold theft allow;
The flames he once stole from thee grant him now!
If once again his liver thus should grow.
Pity him, Jove! and his bold theft allow;
The flames he once stole from thee grant him now!
ODE.
Here's to thee, Dick; this whining love despise;
Pledge me, my friend; and drink till thou be'st wise.
It sparkles brighter far than she:
'T is pure and right, without deceit;
And such no woman ere will be:
No; they are all sophisticate.
Pledge me, my friend; and drink till thou be'st wise.
It sparkles brighter far than she:
'T is pure and right, without deceit;
And such no woman ere will be:
No; they are all sophisticate.
With all thy servile pains what canst thou win,
But an ill-favour'd and uncleanly sin?
A thing so vile, and so short-liv'd.
That Venus' joys, as well as she,
With reason may be said to be
From the neglected foam deriv'd.
But an ill-favour'd and uncleanly sin?
A thing so vile, and so short-liv'd.
That Venus' joys, as well as she,
With reason may be said to be
From the neglected foam deriv'd.
Whom would that painted toy a beauty move;
Whom would it e'er persuade to court and love;
Could he a woman's heart have seen
(But, oh! no light does thither come),
And view'd her perfectly within,
When he lay shut up in her womb?
Whom would it e'er persuade to court and love;
Could he a woman's heart have seen
(But, oh! no light does thither come),
And view'd her perfectly within,
When he lay shut up in her womb?
