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Mancipium Domini, stimulosque cupidinis acres > Sentit iners, sævoque piger sub Verbere torpet.

Te compello iterum, 6 Ratio! miserere doloris
Effusi, miserere, oro, & succurre labanti.
Nimirum cælis Sapientia nascitur; altos
Hinc ducit radios, hominumque in pectora torquet.
Hæc tamen humanæ Regina altissima mentis
Sceptra parutn metuenda manu sustentat inerti;
Incola si gravior surgat, solioque potitam
Vi majore premens, cogat libi cedere Victor.

Sis vero licet imbellis, sis mollis inerlque,
Consilio tamen orba tuo Mens inscia, cursu
Incauto tutæ vestigia linqueret alta
Virtutis, vitiique incerto in calle periret.

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Ut mulcet placida nares dulcedine fragrans i Unguentum, lastas pertentat suaviter aures Laudis honos meritæ; quod si labatur in urnam Muscula, contacti dulces violantur odores; Balsamaque, heu! quantum mutata, inamabile spirant. Sic minimas labes inter pulcherrima facta Si spargas hinc inde, lues subnascitur atra,

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Tortur'd by cruel Change of wild Desires,
Lafh'd by mad Rage, and scorch'd by brutal Fires.

O Reason! once again to Thee I call:
Accept my Sorrow, and retrieve my Fall.
Wisdom, Thou say'st, from Heav'n receiv'd her Birth;
Her Beams transmitted to the subject Earth.
Yet this great Empress of the human Soul
Does only with imagind Pow'r controul;
If restless Passion by Rebellious Sway
Compells the weak Usurper to obey.

O troubled, weak, and Coward, as thou art!
Without thy poor Advice the lab'ring Heart
To worse Extremes with swifter Steps would run,
Not sav'd by Virtue, yet by Vice undone.

Oft have I said; the Praise of doing well
Is to the Ear, as Oyntment to the Smell.
Now if some Flies perchance, however small,
Into the Alabaster Urn should fall;
The Odors of the Sweets inclos'd would dye;
And Stench corrupt (fad Change!) their Place supply.
So the least Faults, if mix'd with fairest Deed,
Of future 111 become the fatal Seed: Into

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Contrahit insornaes maculas puriflima Virtus,
Paulatimque fluens diffunditur undique pestis.

Infelix Solomon! mitte has de pectore curas:
Quin vitæ recolas errores mille peractæ;
Demissis tacite lacrymis, quod, facta Bonorum
Carmine dum celebret Musa immortalis, honores
Accumulans famæ meritos; tua crimina sola
Voce canet clara, neque regia carpere parcet
Nomina, mansurum infundens nimis æqua venenum.

Me tandem eripui e somnis, ocuiolque patentes Conscius erexi; bilem movere cohortes Fæmineæ, Turbæque Deorum: stat mihi certum Immotumque animo, paulatim emergere ab alto Oceano Vitii: Querulos hinc mæsta resurgens Musa modos renovat, culpatque fugacia vitæ Gaudia; sublimique audens fe attollere penna, Spes hominum fragiles sævi iudibria fati, Divitias frustra aggestas, ingrataque honorum Tædia prosequitur, miferafque libidinis atræ Blanditias: aperitque dolos, nugasque fatetur.

Into the Balm ps purest Virtue cast,
Annoy all Life with one contagious Blast.

Lost Solomon! pursue this Thought no more:
Of thy past Errors recollect the Store:
And silent weep, that while the Deathless Muse
Shall sing the Just; ihall o'er their Head diffuse
Perfumes with lavish Hand; She shall proclaim "j
Thy Crimes alone; and to thy evil Fame >
Impartial, scatter Damps and Poyfons on thy Name. J

Awaking therefore, as who long had dream'd, Much of my Women, and their Gods asliam'd, From this Abyss of exemplary Vice Resolv'd, as Time might aid my Thought, to rife; Again I bid the mournful Goddess write The fond Pursuit of fugitive Delight: Bid her exalt her melancholy Wing, And rais'd from Earth, and fav'd from Passion, sing Of human Hope by cross Event destroy'd, Of useless Wealth, and Greatness unenjoy'd, Of Lust and Love, with their fantastic Train, Their Wishes, Smiles, and Looks deceitful all, and vain.

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