Medulla Poetarum Romanorum Or, the Most Beautiful and Instructive Passages of the Roman Poets. Being a Collection, (Disposed under proper Heads,) Of such Descriptions, Allusions, Comparisons, Characters, and Sentiments, as may best serve to shew the Religion, Learning, Politicks, Arts, Customs, Opinions, Manners, and Circumstances of the Antients. With Translations of the same in English Verse. By Mr. Henry Baker |
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Manners.
See Dress.
The Antient's Manners other Men may please,
Not me; thank Heav'n I'm born in Days like these!
Not because Gold now from the Mines is brought,
And distant Shores for Orient Pearls are sought:
Nor for, that Hills exhaust their Marble Veins,
And Moles are made, whose Bulk the Sea restrains:
But that the World is civiliz'd of late,
And polish'd from the Rust of antient Date.—
Not me; thank Heav'n I'm born in Days like these!
Not because Gold now from the Mines is brought,
And distant Shores for Orient Pearls are sought:
Nor for, that Hills exhaust their Marble Veins,
And Moles are made, whose Bulk the Sea restrains:
But that the World is civiliz'd of late,
And polish'd from the Rust of antient Date.—
First, learn good Manners, Fair Ones! I advise:
'Tis that secures the Conquest of your Eyes.
Age, Beauty's Foe, will, o'er your charming Brow,
Do all you can, injurious Furrows plow:
The Time will come you'll hate the Tell-tale Glass,
That shews the frightful Ruins of your Face:
But, if Good-Nature to the last remain,
Ev'n Age will please, and Love his Pow'r retain.—
'Tis that secures the Conquest of your Eyes.
Age, Beauty's Foe, will, o'er your charming Brow,
Do all you can, injurious Furrows plow:
The Time will come you'll hate the Tell-tale Glass,
That shews the frightful Ruins of your Face:
But, if Good-Nature to the last remain,
Ev'n Age will please, and Love his Pow'r retain.—
Let no rude Passions in your Looks find place,
For Fury will deform the finest Face.—
For Fury will deform the finest Face.—
Let Looks with Looks, and Smiles with Smiles be paid:
And when Another bows, incline your Head.—
And when Another bows, incline your Head.—
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