Ovid in Masquerade Being A Burlesque upon the xiiith Book of His Metamorphoses, containing the Celebrated Speeches of Ajax and Ulysses. Designed for the Entertainment of those who had rather Laugh and be Merry, than be Merry and Wise. By Mr. Joseph Gay [i.e. J. D. Breval] |
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OVID IN Masquerade.
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OVID IN Masquerade.
The Argument.
In
Ancient Times the Leacher Paris
Aboard his rotten Trojan Wherries,
With Knights and Captains some Seventeen-a
Skull'd o're directly for Mycæna,
And there (to make my Story short)
Was Nobly entertain'd at Court;
Aboard his rotten Trojan Wherries,
With Knights and Captains some Seventeen-a
Skull'd o're directly for Mycæna,
And there (to make my Story short)
Was Nobly entertain'd at Court;
But like a Villain proud and shameless,
He play'd a trick that shall be Nameless,
By basely taking an Occasion
To slip into the Conversation,
Of th'Oldest, Wither'd Punk i'th' Nation.
He play'd a trick that shall be Nameless,
By basely taking an Occasion
To slip into the Conversation,
Of th'Oldest, Wither'd Punk i'th' Nation.
What then does th'ugly Toothless Gypsie,
But into Trojan Lighters Whips ye,
And did both Sails and Oars Employ,
To reach the Sandy Coasts of Troy.
Her Cuckold Rants, and Roves, and Mutters,
And Swears, and Stares, and Raves, and Sputters,
And from Coasts distant Jove knows whither,
Call's all his Horned Mates together;
To her each comes Rowing in his Skull-
-Er to Fight Trojans for the Trull!
Which Paris with a Pox had married,
When her from Grecian Coasts he carried.
A thousand well built Boats and Gallies,
In the Capacious Port of Aulis,
Conspir'd to Trap the Fornicator,
Alive or Dead by Land or Water.
But into Trojan Lighters Whips ye,
And did both Sails and Oars Employ,
To reach the Sandy Coasts of Troy.
Her Cuckold Rants, and Roves, and Mutters,
And Swears, and Stares, and Raves, and Sputters,
And from Coasts distant Jove knows whither,
Call's all his Horned Mates together;
-Er to Fight Trojans for the Trull!
Which Paris with a Pox had married,
When her from Grecian Coasts he carried.
A thousand well built Boats and Gallies,
In the Capacious Port of Aulis,
Conspir'd to Trap the Fornicator,
Alive or Dead by Land or Water.
Thus Europe and all Asia Strove
To fetch the Cuckold Home his Love,
The Ceptaurs kick'd down Stools, and Benches
And broke their Shins to save their Wenches,
The Romans ventur'd thus their Lives,
And box'd their Fathers for their Wives.
To fetch the Cuckold Home his Love,
The Ceptaurs kick'd down Stools, and Benches
And broke their Shins to save their Wenches,
The Romans ventur'd thus their Lives,
And box'd their Fathers for their Wives.
The Greeks did Ten long Years employ,
To gain a Country Town call'd Troy;
And many a Lad, and many a Lass,
By turns endur'd a Fatal Pass,
Whilst others, rather than fall Martyrs,
Most Stoutly shew'd their hinder Quarters,
And so procur'd Immortal Glory,
Like Tobit's Hound, in Sacred Story.
To gain a Country Town call'd Troy;
And many a Lad, and many a Lass,
By turns endur'd a Fatal Pass,
Whilst others, rather than fall Martyrs,
Most Stoutly shew'd their hinder Quarters,
And so procur'd Immortal Glory,
Like Tobit's Hound, in Sacred Story.
'Mongst whom the Lathback'd Loon Achilles,
(As ancient Grecian Stories tell us)
Was by his Foes Slic'd all to Fritters,
In middle of his Amorous Twitters.
(As ancient Grecian Stories tell us)
Was by his Foes Slic'd all to Fritters,
In middle of his Amorous Twitters.
But left his Spurs, and Boots, and Breeches,
To be the Subject of these Speeches.
To be the Subject of these Speeches.
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