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-Away; 'tis impious satire says,
Consist in chastity alone.
And pluck all feeling from within ?
And make all confidence a sin ?
Was Poverty ne'er made its care ?
Was Charity ne'er harbour'd there?
Does Truth with fame and fortune fall :
- And has my Pythias lost them all?
Of all that's good as well as fair :
To me thou shalt be double dear.
Why is their rigour so uncommon?
Yet binding only to poor woman?
'Tis all a creature of th' imagination :
A phantom of our own creation !
But as the task of fame is hard,
Grim virtue in each rugged feature.
Yet still for abstinence they preach;
To curse the joys they cannot reach.
But malice never comes from them!
And pity where they most condemn.
That Nature gave thee charms to move
And gave a soul attuned to love.
Why glows thy cheek that should be gay?
By heavens, thou’rt modester than they.
Nor shall they triumph in thy fall.
And Love shall make amends for all.
EPISTLE XIII.* THE SAGACIOUS DOCTOR.
EUTYCHOBULUS TO ACESTODORUS.
Is weak, if Art assist her not: * Epistle X111.] This is the story of Antiochus and Seleucus; but related in Aristænetus under different names. Seleucus was one of Alexe ander's successors in Asia, having Syria for his kingdom : he married Stratonice, daughter to Demetrius, having had, by a former marriage, a son named Antiochus. Stratonice was the most beautiful and accomplished
So equally all Arts are vain,
: Once on a time, (for time has been,
-At least of none within the knowledge
princess of her time; and unhappily inspired her son-in-law with the most ardent passion. He fell sick, and Seleucus was in the greatest despair, when Erasistratus, one of his physicians, discovered the cause of the prince's malady, and, by his address, prevailed on the king to save his son's life, by resigning to him his wife, though he passionately loved her.
Then his pulse beat quick and high ;
Glow'd his cheek, and roll'd his eye. Alike his face and arm confest The conflict lab’ring in his breast. Thus chance reveal'd the hidden smart, That baffled all the search of art. Still paused the doctor to proclaim The luckily-discover'd flame: But made a second inquisition, To satisfy his new suspicion. From all the chambers, every woman, Wives, maids, and widows, did he summon And one by one he had them led In order by the patient's bed. He the meanwhile stood watchful nigh, And felt his pulse, and mark'd his eye ; (For by the pulse physicians find The hidden motions of the mind ;) While other girls walk'd by attractive, The lover's art'ry lay inactive; But when his charmer pass'd along, His pulse beat doubly quick and strong. Now all the malady appeard ; Now all the doctor's doubts were cleard ; Who feign'd occasion to depart, To mix his drugs, consult his art : He bid the father hope the best, The lover set his heart at rest, Then took his fee and went away, But promised to return next day. Day came—the family environ With anxious eagerness our Chiron. But he repulsed them rough, and cried, “Ne'er can my remedy be tried.” The father humbly question'd, why They might not use the remedy? Th' enraged physican nought would say, But earnest seem'd to haste away. Th' afflicted sire more humble yet is, Doubles his offers, prayers, entreatiesWhile he, as if at last compell'd To speak what better were withheld, In anger cried, “Your son must perishMy wife alone his life can cherish
On her th' adult'rer dotes
and I My rival's hated sight would fly." The sire was now alike distrest, To save his boy, or hurt his guest : Long struggled he 'twixt love and shame; At last parental love o'ercame. And now he begs without remorse His friend to grant this last resource; Entreats him o'er and o'er ť apply This hard, but only remedy. “What, prostitute my wife!" exclaims The doctor, “ pimp for lawless flames?"Yet still the father teased and prest; “ Oh grant a doting sire's request ! The necessary cure permit, And make my happiness complete." Thus did the doctor's art and care The anxious parent's heart prepare : And found him trying long and often The term adultery to soften. -He own'd, “that custom, sure enough, Had made it sound a little rough: “But then,” said he, we ought to trace The source and causes of the case. All prejudice let's lay aside, And taking Nature for our guide, We'll try with candour to examine On what pretence this fashion came in." Then much he talk'd of man's first state, (A copious subject for debate !) Of choice and instinct then disputes, With inany parallels to brutes ; All tending notably to prove That instinct was the law of Love ;In short, that Nature gave us woman, Like earth and air, to hold in commoil. Then learned authors would he quote, Philosophers of special note, Who only thought their dames worth ieeding, As long as they held out for breeding, And when employ'd in studious courses, Would let them out, as we do horses. Last follow'd a facetious query, To rank the sex naturæ fera.