With Arms, Legs, Lips, clofe clinging to cmbrace,
She clips me to her Breast, and fucks me to her
(Face.
The nimble Tongue (Love's leffer Lightning) plaid
Within my Mouth, and to my thoughts convey'd
Swift Orders, that I fhould prepare to throw
The All-diffolving Thunderbolt below.

My flutt'ing Soul, fprung with the pointed Kifs,
Hangs hoving o're her Balmy Lips of Blifs.
But whilst her bufie hand,wou'd guide that part,
Which fhou'd convey my Soul up to her Heart.
In Liquid Raptures, I diffolve all ore,

Melt into Sperm, and fpend at every Pore:
A touch from any part from her had don't ;
Her Hand, her Foot, her very Look's a Cunt.
Smiling, the Chides in a kind murm'ring Noife,
And from her Rody wips the Clammy Joys;
When with a Thoufand Kiffes, wandring o're
My panting Breaft, and is there then no more?
She cries. All this to Love and Rapture's due
Muft we not pay a Debt to Pleafure too?
But I the moft forlorn, loft Man aliye,
To fhew my wifht Obedience vainly strive,
I Sigh alas! and Kifs, but cannot Swive
Eager defire confound my first intent,'
Succeeding fhames does more fuccels prevent,
And Rage at laft confirms me Impotent;
Even her tair Hand,which might bid heat return
To frozen Age, and make cold Hermits burn;
Applyed to my dead Cinder warms no more,
Than Fire to Afhes could pait Flames reftoré :

Trem

Trembling confus'd, defpairing, limber, dry,
A wishing, weak unmoving Lump I lie ;
This Dart of Love,whofe piercing point oft try'd
With Virgin blood, Ten Thousand Maids has dy'd:
Which Nature ftill directed with fuch Arf,
That it through every Cunt reacht e'ry Heart;
Stiffly refolv'd, twou'd carelefly invade
VVoman or Boy, nor ought its fury ftaid,
Where e're it piered, a Cunt it found or made.
Now languid lies in this unhappy hour,
Shrunk up and Saplefs, like a wither'd Flower.
Thou treackerous, bafe deferter of my flame,
Falfe to my Paffion, fatal to my Fame;
By what mistaken Magick doit thou prove,
So true to Lewdnefs, fo untrue to Love?
What Oyster, Cinder, Begger, Common Vbore,
Did thou e're fail in all thy Life before?
When Vice, Difeafe and Scandal, lead the way,
With what officious hafte does thou obey?
Like a Rude roaring Hector in the Streets,
That Scuffles, Cuffs, and Ruffles all he meets?
But if his King or Country claim his Aid,
The Rafcal Villian fhrinks and hides his Head :
Even fo thy Brutal Valor is difplaid,

Breaks every Stew, does each fmall VVhore invade,
But if great Love, the onset does command,
Bale Recreant, to thy Prince, thou darft not stand.
Worft part of me,
and henceforth hateft most,
Through all the Town, the common Fucking Poft;
On whom each VWhore, relieves her tingling Cunt,
As Hogs, on Goats do rub themselves and grunt.

May'st

May'st thou to rav'nous Shankers, be a Prey,
Or in confuming Weepings wafte away.
May Stranguaries, and Stone, thy Days attend,
Mayft thou ne're Pifs, who didit refufe to fpend,
When all my Joys did on Falfe the depend.
And may Ten Thousand abler Pricks agree,
To do the wrong'd Corinna, right for thee.

To LOVE.

O! nunquam pro me fatis indignate Cupido.
H Love! how cold,and flow to take my part,
Thou idel Wanderer, about my Heart,

Why thy Old faithful Soldier, wilt thou fee
Oppreft in thy own Tents? they Murder me.
Thy Flames Confume, thy Arrows Pierce thy
(Friends,
Rather on Foes, purfue more Noble Ends.
Achilles Sword, wou'd gen'roufly bestow,
A Cure, as certain, as it gave the blow.
Hunters, who follow flying Game, give o're,
When the Prey's caught,hope ftill leads on before,
Wethy own Slaves feel thy Tyrannick blows,
Whilft thy tame Hands unmov'd against thy Foes.
On Men difarm'd, how can you gallant prove,
And I was long ago difarm'd by Love.
Millions of dull Men live, and fcornful aids,
We'll own Love valiant, when he these invades.
Rome, from each Corner of the wide World, fnatch'd
A Laurel, or't had been to this Day thatch'd.

But

But the Old Soldier,has his refting place, And the good batter'd Horfe is turn'd to Grafs. | The harraft bore, who liv'd a wretch to please, Has leave to be a Bawd, and take her cafe. For me then, who have freely spent my Blood, (Love) in thy Service, and fo boldly food In Celia's Trenches, were't not wifely done, E'n to retire, and live at peice at home? No-might I gain a God-bead, to disclaim, My glorious Title, to my endlefs flame: Divinity, with fcorn, I wou'd fortwear, Such fweet, dear, tempting Devils, VVomen are. When e're thofe flames grow faint,I quickly find, A fierce black Storm.pour down upon my Mind: Head-long, I'm hurl'd,like Horse-men, who in vain, Their (fury foaming) Courfers, wou'd restrain, As Ships, juft when the Harbour they attain, thy Are Snatcht by fudden Blafts, to Sea again: ds, So Loves fantafticks ftorms, reduce my Heart, Half-refcu'd, and the God refumes his Dart. Strike here, this undefended Bofome wound, And for fo brave a Conqueft be renown'd. Shafts fly fo faft to me from ev'ry part,

Foes.

fore, You'll fcarce difcern your Quiver from my Heart. What wretch can bear a live-long Nights dull reft, Or think himself in Lazy Slumbers bleft? Fool is not fleep the Image of pale Death? There's time for reft, when Fate has ftopt your (Breath.

des.

tch'd

Me, may my foft deluding Dear deceive,
I'm happy in my hopes, whilft I believe.

d.

But

Now

Now let her Flatter, then as fondly Chide;
Often may I enjoy, oft be deny'd.

With doubtful steps the God of War does move,
By thy Example, in Ambiguous Love.

Blown to and fro like Down from thy own Wing;
Who knows when Joy or Angufh,thou wilt bring?
Yet at thy Mothers, and thy Slaves request.
Fix an Eternal Empire in my Breast ;
And let the inconftant charming Sex,
Whole wilful Scorns docs Lovers Vex;
Submit their Hearts before thy Throne,
The Vaffal World is then thy own.

A

The Maim'd Debauchee.

S fome brave Admiral, in former War, Depriv'd of Force, but preft with Courage Two Rival-Fleets appearing from afar, Crawls to the top of an adjacent Hill,

(still;

From whence (with thoughts full of concern) he

(views The wife and daring Conduct of the Fight, And each bold Action to his Mind renews His prefent Glory, and his paft Delight. From his fierce Eyes Flashes of Rage he throws, As from black Clouds when Lightning breaks (away, Tranfported, thinks himfelf amids his Fces, And abfent yet enjoys the Bloody Day.

So