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EPISTLE VI. THE CONSOLATION.
HERMOCRATES TO EUPHORION."
Of utmost concern to us both;
-Nurse greedily swallow'd the oath.
“What should be a virgin's chief pride.”I wish you had seen what a face the dame made,
And heard how she blubber'd and cried. “Hush, for God's sake," says Miss, in a whispering tone,
“ The people will hear you within; You have sworn to discover my secret to none,
Then why such a horrible din ? "My virtue long all opposition withstood,
And scorn'd at Love's efforts to flinch; It retreated at last—but as slow as it could,
Disputing the ground inch by inch.
Young Cupid no reason could quell;
So I fell-but reluctantly fell.
Too charming, alas, to be true !
Ah! would I had ne'er heard them too :
My innocent heart used to prize,
The tears he has drawn from my eyes.”
“ Besides, you disgrace my gray head : But since no reflections can alter what's past,
Cheer up—there's no more to be said. * This Epistle describes the distress of a girl who has been debauched, with the consolation of the good old woman her nurse.
+ The subject of this Epistle does not in the least regard the writer; who, as in the preceding one, only entertains his correspondent with a little tale, or amusing description. The case is the same with many of the subsequent
“ Cheer up, child, I say; why there's no such great crime;
Sure I too have met with false men : I've known what it was to be trick'd in
time e ; But I know too_tọ trick them again.
“ But do so no more ; lest, should you be rash,
Your apron-strings publish your tricks : Your father, I hope, has a round sum of cash,
And soon on your husband will fix.
Unskill'd in the myst'ries of love;
Or fast'ning the garter above.
And grant that you quickly may wed.”— “So at present, dear mother, I've nothing to fear
No tale-telling urchin to dread ?"
And when at the altar you're tied,
For a virgin, as well as a bride.”
EPISTLE VII.* THE DISAPPOINTMENT.
CYRTION TO DICTYS.
LATE as upon the rocky strand
Alone the death-barb'd bait I threw,
Which almost broke my line in two-
The tinct of art excell'd as far,
Beyond the hotbed's produce are.
Thought I-'tis sure a lucky day. -
You'd watch my clothes while I'm away."
• Epistle VII.] A disagreeable end to a pleasing rencontre.
“Yes, yes," I eagerly replied,
In hopes her naked charms to spy,
My faithful little dog shall lie.”
Good heavens ! what beauties struck my sight:
Fresh from the midst of lágging night. Bright polish'd arms, a neck of snow,
Through locks of lovely jet were seen; Which by their blackness seem'd to throw
An added lustre on her skin. Two rising globules at her breast,
Whose swelling throb was such,
And sued impatient for the touch.
And in she leap'd, and plough'd the tide
Lost all its whiteness by her side.
Dash'd o'er her form a crimson hue;
Beneath its morning coat of dew.
Her neck averted from the tide, As if old Ocean's cold embrace
Would shock her modest virgin-pride. Each pressing wave, that seem'd to try
With am'rous haste her limbs to kiss, With coy rebuke she patted by ;
Rebuked but never could dismiss. Still as she stemm'd her liquid way,
Thought I, a Nereid 'tis that laves : And when she tired, and left her play,
'Twas Venus rising from the waves. Then from her oozy bed she sprung,
And shiv'ring on the bank reclined,
The while her dripping locks she wrung,
And spread them to the fanning wind. Quick to present her clothes I rush,
And towards her stretch my longing arnis. But she repulsed me with a blush
A blush that added to her charms. Rage would have sparkled in her eyes;}
Yet still they twinkled lovely sweet : As suns in farthest distant skies
Emit their light without their heat. Her robe she snatch'd, and round her waist
The azure mantle instant threw. “ I'm sorry, sir, I'm in such haste;
I thank you-but must bid adieu.”
Yet took she not her hand away :
To hide what conscious smiles betray. At length she broke my rod and net;
Into the sea my capture toss'd: Then left me vainly to regret
The fish I'd caught, and her I lost.
EPISTLE VIII. FROM THE GROOM OF A KNIGHT
ECHEPOLUS TO MELESIPPUS.
the art to rein
This is an odd subject.—While a gentleman was riding on horse-back his groom, struck with his beauty, was exclaiming that sure so glorious ,a form could never have been in love. This the master overhears, and informs his groom to the contrary ; who writes an account of the transaction to his friend.
No—'tis sure Adonis fair,
EPISTLE IX.+ THE SLIP.
STESICHORUS TO ERATOSTHENES.
A LADY walking in the street
A lucky scheme inspired her brain. • Who could pierce, &c.] “Et majores tuos irreverenter pulsasti toties et ipsam matrem tuam, me inquam ipsam, parricida, denudas quotidie" APOL. MIL. V.
Epstle IX. contains the stratagem of a lady who wanted to speak to her lover in the presence of her husban: and servants.