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ODE XXXIII. To Albius Tibullus.

Be not griev'd, my Friend! to find
A Woman Faithless and Unkind;
Nor in soft Elegy complain,
Because a Rival gives you Pain.
Fair Lycoris doats, you see,
On Cyrus; He on Pholoe:
But Wolves and Kids shall sooner join,
Than such a Rake That Beauty win.
Fair and Ugly, False and True,
All to great Venus' Yoke must bow:
Such Pleasure in our Pains she takes,
And laughs to see what Sport she makes.
I my self, tho' once belov'd,
Forsook a First-rate Nymph, and rov'd
To give a Fickle Jilt the Chace,
Unconstant as the Winds and Seas.