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It wonders what did C---ll recommend,VVho never did to Deeds of Arms pretend:
Love, all his Active Youth, his business was,
Love that best suits his handsom Shape and Face.
But Armies are like Verse, whose Dogrel Lines
Are here for Sense, and there for gingling Rhimes.
(Here where Bellona lays her Armour by,
And learns to be more charming Company,
VVhere the ill-manner'd God has nought to do:)
Some few for fighting are, but most for show;
VVhere rich embroidered Cloaks a la Campagne
So often shine, unless it chance to rain.
Then Lord, how the Sir M. will fret and fling!
Undone, 'tis spoil'd, e're shown before the King;
In perfum'd Beds adorn'd they're basking laid,
As fine as young Brides, on Persian Carpets tread,
That o're the spacious Floor in wanton Pride are spread,
Like Feasting Gods luxurious, and, they say,
As arrant Fornicators too as they.
None come amiss when Lust their Fancies lead,
Alcmena, nor the sweet-fac'd Ganimede;
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But none we hear e're thunder'd but old Jove.
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