This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1885 Excerpt: ...Could ne'er confine one woman to his arms; What strange mysterious spell, what strong defence, Can guard that front which has not half his ...Read MoreThis historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1885 Excerpt: ...Could ne'er confine one woman to his arms; What strange mysterious spell, what strong defence, Can guard that front which has not half his sense? Poor Shrewsbury's fall, ev'n her own sex deplore, Who with so small temptation turn'd thy whore. But Grafton bravely does revenge her fate, And says, thou court'st her thirty years too late; She scorns such dwindles; her capacious Is fitter for thy sceptre than thy. Old Delamer, Shrewsbury, and Mordaunt, know. Why in that stately frame she lies so low; And who but her dull blockhead would have found Her windows small descent on rising ground? Thro' the large sash they pass (like Joye of old) To her attendant bawd, in show'rs of gold. Mordaunt (that insolent, ill-natur'd bear) From the close grotto, when no danger's near, Mounts like a rampant stag, and ruts his dear. But when by dire mischance the harmless maid In the dark closet, with loud shrieks betray'd The naked lecher, what a woful grief It was? th' adulteress flew to his relief, And sav'd his being, murder'd for a thief. Defenceless limbs the well-arm'd host assail'd; Scarce her own pray'rs with her own slaves pre vail'd: Though well prepar'd for flight, he mourn'd his weight And begg'd Actaeon's change, to 'scape Actseon's fate; But wing'd with fear, tho' untransform'd, hebounds, And, swift as hinds, out-strips the yelling hounds. Beware adulterers, betimes beware, You fall not in the same unhappy snare: From Norfolk's ruin, and his narrow 'scape, --on contented with a willing rape, On a strong chair, soft couch, or side of bed, Which never does surprizing dangers dread. Let no such harlots lead your steps astray, Her will mount in open clay; And from St. James's to the land of Thule, There's not a whore who so like a mule. And yet her blund'ring dolt deser..Read Less
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