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Show Another's Bed, or ftain'd his o w n with Blood ? Phor. Ha / Have a care, Ungrateful! to provoke m e : Love, like a Child,grows fullen at a Rod ; Yet may be footh'd and ftatter'd from his Toy. O h W o m a n ! Proud, Fantaftical and vain ; The brave mans Folly, and the boaft of Fools, Too nice this minute, and the next too fond; If w e fhould judge of you by thole you blefs, Our worfhipandourpraile wou'd fink to fcorn. Go, wander with thy Hero on the main, Feed on courie Difhes and the Scraps of war. See thy poor Children begging at thy Feet The Bread thou want'ft thy fell. Another hanging at thy wither'd Pap, Earneft for Life, and fucking it in vain; While ev'n before thee this Belov'd enjoys Some C o m m o n Wretch,and gives the Beaft his pay. Luc. Better with him to feed on Beggars Fare, T o fip the running Stream, and dwell in Wilds : Better, to fee m y little Infants, cry, Affrighted with the Waves and ratling Winds; Or bear 'em thro' the World to live on alms, Than hearken to thy Luft,thou worft of men ! I Sin tohear fo much,I will no more.[aw/dgo,keflops PhDrf. Rail on a while, and let the Tempeft roar, [her. The Storm will beat it felf into a Calm : Oh if there's fomething in thy Frowns lofweet, V\ hat muft it be to fee thee fmile, to hear Thy Sighs, the murmurs of accomplifht Love/ I'll watch thy loofer thoughts, thy morning wifhes, And wheii thy Heart is open to defire, [Ifatneuea enters as I'll feize', embrace, and bear thee thus to Joy. {jn embraces Save mo ye Powers. [Luc. Svows jjf4t .: Ha ! By the anguifhofmy Soul, Tis She ; She that has rob'd m e of his Heart; A Prize unfoughr, unworthy of my Charms. Iblufh |
