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To Meritricia.
Pox take your tempting face,
with its illusive grace;
Men ought to be
arm'd 'gainst your Venery,
Which pierceth Buffe, or Coat of Mail,
there's no such terrour as your Tail.
with its illusive grace;
Men ought to be
arm'd 'gainst your Venery,
Which pierceth Buffe, or Coat of Mail,
there's no such terrour as your Tail.
I boast no greater Wealth
than that I am in health;
Nor would I be
in debt to Surgery;
For thy Adulterate sweets so rot,
there's scarce a man can 'scape thy Pet.
than that I am in health;
Nor would I be
in debt to Surgery;
For thy Adulterate sweets so rot,
there's scarce a man can 'scape thy Pet.
Curse on this frail desire,
it set old Troy on fire:
Many have bin
burnt since for the same sin:
And yet we do not dread the flame,
but ev'ry minute Court the same
it set old Troy on fire:
Many have bin
burnt since for the same sin:
And yet we do not dread the flame,
but ev'ry minute Court the same
Why should we deem that Fair,
each minute wants repair?
Or Colours gay,
as often kist away?
For though above thou 'rt Heaven in shew,
he's blest that 'scapes thy Hell below.
each minute wants repair?
Or Colours gay,
as often kist away?
For though above thou 'rt Heaven in shew,
he's blest that 'scapes thy Hell below.
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