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And from revengeful husbands oft have try'd
Worfe handling,, than feverest laws provide:
One ftabs; one flashes; one, with cruel art,
Makes Colon fuffer for the peccant part..

But your Endymion, your smooth, fmock.d-fac'd boy,

Unrival'd, fhall a beauteous dame enjoy :
Not fo: one more fallacious, rich, and old,
Outbids, and buys her pleasure for her gold;
Now he must moil, and drudge, for one he loaths;
She keeps him high, in equipage and cloaths:
She pawns her jewels, and her rich attire,
And thinks the workman worthy of his hire:
In all things elfe immoral, ftingy, mean;
But, in her lufts, a confcionable quean.

She may be handsome, yet be chaste, you say;
Good obfervator, not fo faft away:

Did it not coft the modeft youth his life,
Who fhuun'd th' embraces of his father's wife?
And was not t' other ftrippling forc'd to fly,
Who coldly did his patron's queen deny ;,
And pleaded laws of hofpitality?

The ladies charg'd them home, and turn'd the tale, With fhame they redden'd, and with fpight grew pale. 'Tis dangerous to deny the longing dame;

She lofes pity, who has loft her shame.

Now Silius wants thy counfel, gives advice;

Wed Cæfar's wife, or die; the choice is nice.
Hèr comet-eyes fhe darts on every grace;

And takes a fatal liking to his face.

Adorn'd

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Adorn'd with bridal pomp she fits in state;
The public notaries and Arufpex wait:
The genial bed is in the garden drest :
The portion paid, and every rite exprefs'd,
Which in a Roman marriage is profest.
'Tis no stol'n wedding, this, rejecting awe,
She scorns to marry, but in form of law :
In this moot case, your judgment: to refuse,
Is prefent death, befides the night you lofe :
If you confent, 'tis hardly worth your pain;
A day or two of anxious life you gain:
Till loud reports through all the town have past,
And reach the prince: for cuckolds hear the last.
Indulge thy pleafure, youth, and take thy fwing;
For not to take is but the self-fame thing :
Inevitable death before thee lies;

But looks more kindly through a lady's eyes.
What then remains? Are we depriv'd of will,
Muft we not wish, for fear of wifhing ill?
Receive my counsel, and securely move;
Intrust thy fortune to the powers above.
Leave them to manage for thee, and to grant
What their unerring wisdom fees thee want:
In goodness, as in greatnefs, they excel;
Ah, that we lov'd ourselves but half fo well!
We, blindly by our headftrong paffions led,
Are hot for action, and defire to wed;
Then wish for heirs: but to the gods alone
Our future offspring, and our wives, are known ;
Th' audacious ftrumpet, and ungracious fon.

Yet

Yet not to rob the priests of pious gain,
That altars be not wholly built in vain ;
Forgive the gods the rest, and stand confin'd
To health of body, and content of mind:
A foul, that can fecurely death defy,
And count it Nature's privilege to die;
Serene and manly, harden'd to sustain
The load of life, and exercis'd in pain :
Guiltless of hate, and proof against desire ;
That all things weighs, and nothing can admire:
That dares prefer the toils of Hercules

To dalliance, banquet, and ignoble ease.

The path to peace is Virtue: what I show, Thyfelf may freely on thyself bestow : Fortune was never worship'd by the wife; But, fet aloft by fools, ufurps the skies.

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THE poet, in this fatire, proves, that the condition of a foldier is much better than that of a country-man : first, because a country-man, however affronted, pro. voked, and struck himself, dares not strike a soldier; who is only to be judged by a court-martial: and by the law of Camillus, which obliges him not to quarrel without the trenches, he is also affured to have a speedy hearing, and quick dispatch: whereas, the townfman or peasant is delayed in his fuit by frivolous. pretences; and not sure of justice when he is heard in the court: The foldier is also privileged to make a will, and to give away his eftate, which he got in war, to whom he pleases, without confideration of parentage, or relations; which is denied to all other Romans. This fatire was written by Juvenal, when he was a commander in Ægypt: it is certainly his, though I think it not finished. And if it be well observed, you will find he intended an invective against a standing army.

WHAT vaft prerogatives, my Gallus, are

Accruing to the mighty man of war!

For, if into a lucky camp I light,

Though raw in arms, and yet afraid to fight,
Befriend me, my good ftars, and all goes right:

One happy hour is to a foldier better,
Than mother Juno's recommending letter,
Or Venus, when to Mars fhe would prefer
My fuit, and own the kindness done to her.
See what our common privileges are:
As, firft, no faucy citizen fhould dare

To ftrike a foldier, nor, when ftruck, refent.
The wrong, for fear of farther punishment:
Not though his teeth are beaten out, his eyes
Hang by a string, in bumps his forehead rife,
Shall he prefume to mention his disgrace,
Or beg amends for his demolish'd face.
A booted judge fhall fit to try his caufe,
Not by the ftatute, but by martial laws;
Which old Camillus order'd, to confine
The brawls of foldiers to the trench and line:
A wife provifion; and from thence 'tis clear,
That officers a foldier's caufe fhould hear :
And, taking cognizance of wrongs receiv'd,
An honeft man may hope to be reliev'd.
So far 'tis well: but with a general cry,
The regiment will rise in mutiny,
The freedom of their fellow-rogne demand,
And, if refus'd, will threaten to disband.
Withdraw thy action, and depart in peace;
The remedy is worfe than the disease:
This caufe is worthy him, who in the hall
Would for his fee, and for his client, bawl:

But would't thou, fiiend, who haft two legs alone,
(Which, heaven be prais'd, thou yet mayft call thy own

Would't

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