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Nor's Love ungrateful to the willing Maid; Debts that have least of force, are furest paid: But when oblig'd to kiss, Men soon grow tird, And hate those Pleasures they before admir’d.
HE Gods (as Poets say) from Men conceal
[shall feel. Those boundless Pleasures they when dead Else tir'd with living, they'd uneasie grow, And leave unpeopled all the Realms below. So married Men the Bliss of Nuptial Bed Conceal from Batchelors, least all should wed.
Like envious Misers, whilst themselves have store,
ART of LO V E.
Hilft Ovid here reveals the various Arts,
. Both how to Polish, and dire&t their Let meaner Beauties by his Rules improve, And read these Lines to gain Success in Love: But Heav'n alone, that multiplies our Race, Has Pow'r t'increase the Conquests of your Face. The Spring, before he Paints the rising Flow'rs, Receives mildBeams,and soft descending Show'rs; But Love blooms ever fresh beneath your Charms, Tho' neither Pity weeps, nor Kindness warms. C.
The Chiefs who doubt Success,assert their Claim By Stratagems, and poorly steal a Name : The generous * Son of Jove in open Fight Made bleeding Vietary proclaim his Might: Like him resistless, when you take the Field Love founds the Signal, and the World must yield.
-Ire per Ignes,
Ovid. Met. Lib. 8.
E fage Cartesians, who profess
Our selves sworn Foes to Emptinesss