Chlo. I bargain for a wedding Bed at leaft,

A house, and handfome Lodging for a guest. Daph. A house well furnish'd shall be thine,to keep; And for a Flock-bed I can fheer my Sheep.

Chlo. What Tale fhall I to my old Father tell?
Daph. 'Twill make him Chuckle thou'rt bestow'd fo
Chlo. But after all, in troth I am to blame (well.
To be fo loving, e're I know your Name.
A pleasant founding Name's a pretty thing.
Daph. Faith, mine's a very pretty name to fing;
They call me Daphnis: Lycidas my Sire,
Both found as well as Woman can defire.
Nomaa bore me; Farmers in degree,

He a good Husband, a good Houfwife fhe. Chlo. Your kindred is not much amifs, 'tis true; Yet I am fomewhat better born than you. Daph. I know your Father, and his Family, And without boafting am as good as he Menelaus; and no Mafter goes before.

Chlo. Hang both our Pedigrees; not one word morę; But if you love me let me fee your Living,

Your House and Home; for feeing is believing. Daph.See first yonCypreß Grove, (afhade from noon;) Chlo. Browze on my Goats; for I'll be with you foon,

Daph. Feed well my Bulls, to whet your appetite; That each may take a lufty Leap at Night. Chlo. What do you mean (uncivil as you are,)

To touch my breasts, & leave my bofome bare? Daph. These pretty bubbies first I make my own. Chlo. Pull out your hand, I fwear, or I shall fwoon. Daph. Why does thy ebbing Blood forfake thy face? Chlo. Throw me at least upon a cleaner place:

My Linnen ruffled, and my Waftcoat foyling,

What do you think new Cloaths were made for fpoiling?

Daph. I'll lay my Lambskins underneath thy back: Chlo. My Head-Geer's off; what filthy work you

Daph. To Venus first, I lay thefe off'rings by; (make! Chlo. Nay firft look round, that no body be nigh: Methinks I hear a whifp'ring in the Grove.

Daph. The Cypress Trees are telling Tales of love.

Chlo. You tear off all behind me, and before me,

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And I'm as naked as my Mother bore me.

Daph. I'll buy thee better Cloaths than these I tear,

And lie fo clofe, I'le cover thee from Air.

Chlo. Y'are liberal now; but when your turn is fped,

You'll with me choak'd with every crust of Bread.

Daph

Daph.I'll give thee more, much more than I have told; Wou'd I cou'd coin my very heart to Gold. Chlo. Forgive thy handmaid (Huntress of the wood.) I fee there's no refifting flesh and blood! Daph. The noble deed is done; my Herds I'll cull, Cupid, be thine a Calf; and Venus, thine a Bull. Chlo. A Maid I came, in an unlucky hour,

But hence return, without my Virgin flow Daph. A Maid is but a barren Name at best;

If thou canft hold, I bid for twins at least. Thus did this happy Pair their Love dispence With mutual joys, and gratifi'd their sense; The God of Love was there a bidden Gueft; And prefent at his own Mysterious Feast. His azure Mantle underneath he fpred, And scatter'd Rofes on the Nuptial Bed; While folded in each others arms they lay, He blew the flames, and furnish'd out the play, And from their Foreheads wip'd the balmy sweat First rose the Maid, & with a glowing Face, (away. Her down-caft eyes beheld her print upon the grass, Thence to her Herd she sped her self in haste: The Bridegroom started from his Trance at last, And piping homeward jocoundly he past.

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Horat.

Horat. Ode 3. Lib. 1.

Infcrib'd to the Earl of Rofcomon, on his intended Voyage to IRELAND.

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By Mr. DRTDEN.

th' aufpicious Queen of Love,

And the twin Stars, (the Seed of Jove,)

And he who rules the raging wind,

To thee, O facred Ship, be kind;

And gentle Breezes fill thy Sails,
Supplying foft Etefian Gales,

As thou to whom the Muse commends,
The best of Poets and of Friends,
Doft thy committed Pledge restore:
And land him fafely on the shore,
And fave the better part of me,
From perifhing with him at Sea.
Sure he, who first the paffage try'd,
In harden'd Oak his heart did hide,
And ribs of Iron arm'd his fide!

Or his, at least, in hollow Wood,
Who tempted firft the briny Flood:
Nor fear'd the Winds contending roar,
Nor Billows beating on the fhoar,
Nor Hyades portending Rain;
Nor all the Tyrants of the Main.
What form of death cou'd him affright,
Who unconcern'd, with ftedfast fight,
Cou'd view the Surges mounting steep,
And Monsters rolling in the deep?
Cou'd thro' the ranks of ruin go,
With Storms above, and Rocks below!
In vain did Natures wife command
Divide the Waters from the Land,
If daring Ships, and Men prophane,
Invade th' inviolable Main:
Th'eternal Fences over leap;
And pass at will the boundless deep.
No toil, no hardship can restrain
Ambitious Man inur'd to pain;

The more confin'd, the more he tries,

And at forbidden quarry flies.

Thus bold Prometheus did aspire,

And fole from heav'n the feed of Fire:

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