Nor's Love ungrateful to the willing Maid; Debts that have least of force, are furest paid: But when oblig'd to kiss, Men foon grow tir'd, And hate thofe Pleasures they before admir'd. ოოოოოოოოოოოოოოოოოოოოოოოოოო THE A NSW E R. T By another Hand. HE Gods (as Poets fay) from Men conceal [fhall feel. Those boundless Pleasures they when dead Elfe tir'd with living, they'd uneafie grow, Like envious Mifers, whilft themselves have store, They much rejoice at seeing others poor. Grow happier by my Friend's Felicity: And therefore labour to convince Mankind What Heav'nly Raptures we in Marriage find. Take my Advice, forfake thy fingle Life, And taste all Pleasures in a loving Wife. My only Aim's to make your Joys compleat: 2. H ΤΟ TO A YOUNG LADY Reading the ART of LOVE. Hilft Ovid here reveals the various Arts, WH [Darts. Both how to Polish, and direct their Let meaner Beauties by his Rules improve, And read these Lines to gain Success in Love: But Heav'n alone, that multiplies our Race, Has Pow'r t'increase the Conquests of your Face. The Spring, before he Paints the rising Flow'rs, Receives mild Beams,and foft defcending Show'rs; But Love blooms ever fresh beneath your Charms, Tho' neither Pity weeps, nor Kindness warms. C The The Chiefs who doubt Succefs,affert their Claim By Stratagems, and poorly steal a Name : *Alexander. A P THE THE FAIR NUN A T A A LE. Ire per Ignes, Et gladios aufim. Neque ad hoctamen ignibus ullis, Aut gladiis opus eft; opus eft mihi Crine: Ovid. Met. Lib. E fage Cartefians, who profefs WE Our selves fworn Foes to Emptiness, Affert that Souls a Tip-toe ftand On what we call the Pineal Gland; |