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No morë may travellers desire to know

Wept at his fall from so sublime a state, Where Simoïs and Granicus did flow;

And by the traitor's death reveng'd the fate Nor Rubicon, a poor forgotten stream,

Of majesty profan'd-so acted too Be or the soldier's rant, or poet's theme:

The generous Cæsar, when the Roman knew All waters shall unite their fame in thee,

A coward king 4 had treacherously slain, Lost in thy waves, as those are in the sea.” Whom scarce he foil'd on the Pharsalian plain:

They breath'd afresh, unwilling to give o'er,' The doom of his fam'd rival he bemoan'd, And begg'd thick mists long to conceal the shore: And the base author of the crime dethron'd. Smooth was the liquid plain ; the sleeping wind, Such were the virtuous maxims of the great, More to the sea, than to it's master kind,

Free from the servile arts of barbarous hate : Detain'd a treasure, which we value more

They knew no foe but in the open field, Than all the deep e'er hid, or waters bore. And to their cause and to the gods appeal'd. But he, with a superior genius born,

So William acts-and if his rivals dare Treats Chance with jusolence, and Death with scorn: Dispute his reign by arms, he'll meet them there, Darkness and ice in vain obstruct his way,

Where Jove, as once on Ida, holds the scale, Holland is near, and Nature must obey;

And lets the good, the just, and brave, prevail. Charg'd with our hopes the boat securely rode, For Cæsar and his fortune were the load.

With eager transport Belgia met her son, Yet trembling for the danger he had run; Till, certain of her joy, she bow'd her head,

TO THE EARL OF CARLISLE, Confess'd her lord, bless'd his return, and said: „UPON THE DEATH OF HIS SON BEFORE LUXEMBURGH.

“ If passion by long absence does improve,
And makes that rapture, which before was love, He's gone! and was it then by your decree,
Think on my old, my intermitted bliss,

Ye envious powers, that we should only see
And by my former pleasure measure this: This copy of your own divinity?
Nor by these feeble pillars which I raise,

Or thought ye it surpassing human state,
Unequal to sustain the hero's praise ;

To have a blessing lasting as 't was great ? Too faint the colours, and too mean the art, Your cruel skill you better ne'er had shown, To represent your glories, or my heart :

Since you so soon design'd him all your own. These humble emblems are design'd to show, Such fostering favours to the damn'd are given, Not how we would reward, but what we owe. When, to increase their Hell, you show them Heaven, Here from your childhood take a short review, Was too godlike, he should long inherit How Holland's happiness advanc'd with you; At once his father's and his uncle's spirit ? How her stout vessel did in triumph ride,

Yet as much beauty, and as calin a breast,
And mock'd her storms, while Orange was her guide. As the mild dame whose teeming womb he blest.
What since has been our fate-I need not say, He 'ad all the favours Providence could give,
III suiting with the blessings of the day,

Except its own prerogative to live;
Our better fortune with our prince was gone, Reserv'd in pleasures, and in dangers bold,
Conquest was only there where he led on.

Youthful in action, and in prudence old :
Like the Palladium, wheresoe'er you go,

His bumble greatness, and submissive state, You turn all death and danger on the foe.

Made his life full of wonder, as his fate; In you we but too sadly understood

One, who, to all the heights of learning bred, How angels have their spheres of doing good; Read books and men, and practis'd what he read. Else the same soul which did our troops possess,

Round the wide globe scarce did the busy Sun And crown'd their daring courage with success, With greater haste and greater lustre run. Had taught our fleet to triumph o'er the main, True gallantry and grandeur he descry'd, And Fleurus had been still a guiltless plain. From the French fopperies, and German pride. What pity 'tis, ye gods ! an arm and mind And like the industrious bee, where'er he flew, Like yours should be to time and place confin'd! Gather'd the sweets which on sweet blossoms grew. But thy return shall fix our kinder fate,

Babel's confused speeches on his tongue, For thee our councils, thee our armies wait; With a sweet harmony and concord hung. Discording princes shall with thee combine, More countries than for Homer did contest And centre all their interests in thine;

Do strive who most were by his presence blest. Proud of thy friendship, shall forego their sway,

Nor did his wisdom damp bis martial fire, As Rome her great dictator did obey;

Minerva both her portions did inspire, And all united make a Gordian knot,

Use of the warlike bow and peaceful lyre. Which neither craft shall loose, nor force shall cut.” So Cæsar doubly triumph'd when he wrote,

Showing like wit, as valour when he fought.

If God, as Plato taught, example takes

From his own works, and souls by patterns makes,
ON THE LATE

Much of himself in hinn he did unfold,
HORRID CONSPIRACY.

And cast them in his darling Sidney's mold,

Of too refind a substance to be old. The youth' whose fortune the vast globe obey'd, Both did alike disdain an hero's rage Finding his royal enemy : betray'd,

Should come like an inheritance by age. And in his chariot by vile hands 3 oppressid, Ambitiously did both conspire to twist With noble pity and just rage possessid,

Bays with the ivy, which their temples list: i Alexander. · Darius. 3 Bossus.

* Ptolemy.

5 Pompey.

Scoming to wait the slow advance of Time,

Thus to the noon of her high glory run, Both fell like early blossoms in their prime, From her bright orb, diffusive like the Sun, By blind events, and Providence's crime.

She did her healing nfluence display, Yet both, like Codrus, o'er their yielding foe,

and cherish'd all our nether world, that lay Obtain'd the conquest, in their overthrow ;

Within the circle of her radiant day;
And longer life do purchase by their death, Relier'd not only those who bounty sought,
In fame completing what they want in breath. But gave unask'd, and as she gave furgot;
Oh! had kind Fate stretch'd the contracted span

Found modest Want in her obscure retreat,
To the full glories of a perfect man;

And courted timorous Virtue to be great. And, as he grew, could every rolling year

The Church, which Williain sav'd, was Mary's care, A new addition to our wonder bear,

Taught by her life, and guarded by her pray'r; He 'ad paid to his illustrious line that stock What her devotions were, ye cherubs, tell, Of ancient honour, which from thence he took. Who ever round the seat of Mercy dwell; But oh!

For here she would not have her goodness known, So hasty fruits, and too ambitious flowers,

But you beheld how she address'd the throne, Scorning the midwifery of ripening showers,

And wonder'd at a zeal so like your own. In spite of frosts, spring from th' unwilling Earth,

Since she was formd, and lov'd, and pray'd like But find a nip untimely as their birth :

you, Abortive issues so delude the womb,

She should, alas ! have been immortal too. And scarce have being, ere they want a tomb.

A mind so good, in beauteous strength array'd, Forgive, my lord, the Muse that does aspire

Assur'd our hopes she might be long obey'd, With a new breath to fan your raging fire;

And we, with heightend reverence, might have seen Who each officious and unskilful sound

The hoary grandeur of an aged queen, Can with fresh torture but enlarge the wound. Who might, with William, jointly govern here, Could I, with David, curse the guilty plain,

As that bright pair which rules the heavenly sphere. Where one more lovd than Jonathan was slain;

Grace and mild mercy best in her were shown, Or could I fights high as bis merits raise,

In him the rougher virtues of the throne; Clear as his virtue, deathless as his praise ;

Of Justice she at bome the balance held; None who, though laurels crown'd their aged head, Abroad, Oppression by his sword was quellid; Admir'd him living, and ador'd him dead,

The generous lion, and the peaceful dore, With more devotion should enrol his name The god of battle, and the queen of love, In the long-consecrated list of Fame.

Did in their happy nuptials well agree ; But, since my artless and unhallow'd strain Like Mars, he led our armies out; and she Will the high worth, it should commend, profane; With smiles presided o'er her native sea. Since I despair my humble verse shonld prove

Such too their meetings, when our monarch came Great as your loss, or tender as your love;

With laurels loaden, and immortal fame: My heart with sighings, and with tears mine eye,

As when the god on Hæmus quits his arms,
Shall the defect of written grief supply.

Softening his toils in Cytherea's charms :
Then with what joy did she the victor meet,
And lay the reins of empire at his feet !

With the same temper as the Latian hind'
A POEM,

Was made dictator, conquer'd, and resign'd;

So Pallas from the dusty field withdrew, DEDICATED TO THE BLESSED MEMORY OF HER LATE And, when imperial Jove appear'd in view, GRACIOUS MAJESTY QUEEN MARY

Resum'd her female arts, the spindle and the clew;

Forgot the sceptre she so well had sway'd, Once more, my Muse, we must an altar raise ; And, with that mildness she had ruld, obey'd; May it prove lasting, as Maria's praise !

Pleas'd with the change, and unconcern'd as Jove, And, the song ended, be the swan's thy doom, When in disguise he leaves his power above, Rest ever silent, as Maria's tomb.

And drowns all other attributes, in love. But whence shall we begin? or whither steer? Such, mighty sir, if yet the sacred ear Her virtues like a perfect round appear,

Of majesty in grief vouchsafe to hear, Where Judgment lies in admiration lost,

Was the lov'd consort of thy crown and bed, Not knowing which it should distinguish most. Our joy while living, our despair now dead.

Some angel, from your own, describe her frame, Yet though with Mary one supporter fall,
For sure your godlike beings are the same: Thy virtue can alone sustain the ball.
All that was charming in the fairer kind,

Of Sibyl's books, that volume which remain'd, With manly sense and resolution join'd;

The perfect value of the whole retain'd. A mien compos'd of mildness and of state,

When in the fiery car Elijah fled, Not by constraint or affectation great ;

His spirit doubled on his partner's head; But form'd by Nature for supreme command, So will thy people's love, now Mary's gone, Like Eve just moulded by the Maker's hand; Unite both streams, and flow on thee alone. Yet such her meekness, as half-veild the throne, The grateful senate with one voice combine Lest, being in too great a lustre shown,

To breathe their sorrows, and to comfort thine, It might debar the subject of access,

By bringing to thy view how Europe's fate And make her mercies and our comforts less. Does on thy counsels and thy courage wa't: So gods, of old, descending from their sphere But, when the vastness of thy grief they see, To visit men, like mortals did appear :

They own 'tis just, and melt in tears with thee. Lest their too awful presence should affright Those whom they meant to bless, and to delight.

· Lucius Quintius.

TO CARDINAL RICHELIEU.

Blush not, great soul, thus to reveal thy woe; In such blest dreams Byblis enjoys a flame, Sighs will have vent, and eyes too full o'erflow : Which waking she detests, and dares not name. Shed by degrees, they pass unfelt away;

Ixion gives a loose to his wild love,
But raise a storm and deluge where they stay. And in his airy visions cuckolds Jove.

The bravest heroes have the softest mind, Honours and state before this phantom fall;
Their nature 's, like the gods, to love inclin'd. For Sleep, like Death, its image, equals all.
Homer, who human passions nicely knew,
When his illustrious Grecian chief he drew,
Left likewise in his soul one mortal part,
Whence love and anguish too might reach his heart.

VERSES
For a lost mistress, in despair he sate,

IMITATED FROM THE FRENCH OF MONS. MAYNARD, And let declining Troy still struggle with her fate: But when the partner of his cares lay dead, Like a rous'd lion from his tent he fled,

When money and my blood ran high, Whole hecatombs of trembling Trojans slew,

My Muse was reckon'd wondrous pretty ; And mangled Hector at his chariot drew.

The sports and smiles did round ber fy,

Enamour'd with her smart concetti.
Still greater is thy loss,—be such thy rage,
As conquer'd Gallia only may assuage.

Now (who'd have thought it once ?) with pain
She who on Earth secur'd thee by her prayer, She strings her harp, whilst freezing age
Return'd to Heaven, shall prove thy guardian angel But feebly runs through every vein,
there,

And chills my brisk poetic rage. And, hovering round thee with her heavenly shield, I properly have ceas'd to live, Unseen protect thee in the doubtful field.

To wine and women, dead in law; Go then, by different paths to glory go,

And soon from Fate I shall receive The Church's both estates with Mary show;

A summons to the shades to go. And while above she triumphs, fight below.-'Tis done-our monarch to the camp returns, –

The warrior ghosts will round me come The Gallic armies fly-their navy burns,

To hear of fam'd Ramillia's fight, And Earth and Seas all bow at his command,

Whilst the vext Bourbons through the gloom
And Europeowos her peace from his victorious haud.

Retire to th' utmost realms of Night.
Then I, my lord, will tell how you

With pensions every Muse inspire ;
THE AUSTRIAN EAGLE.

Who Marlborough's conquests did pursue,

And to his trumpets tun'd the lyre. At Anna's call the Austrian eagle flies,

But should some drolling sprite demand, Bearing her thunder to the southern skies;

“Well, sir, what place had you, I pray?" Where a rash prince, with an unequal sway,

How like a coxcomb should I stand !
Inflames the region, and misguides the day;

What would your lordship have me say?
Till the usurper, from his chariot hurl'd,
Leaves the true monarch to command the world.

JUNENAL. SATIRE VIII".
THE NATURE OF DREAMS.

THE ARGUMENT.
Ar dead of night imperial Reason sleeps,
And Fancy with her train loose revels keeps,

In this satire, the poet proves that nobility does not Then airy phantoms a mix'd scene display,

consist in statues and pedigrees, but in honourOf what we heard, or saw, or wish'd by day;

able and good actions. He lashes Rubellius For Memory those images retains,

Plancus, for being insolent, by reason of his high Which Passion form'd, and still the strongest reigns.

birth; and lays down an instance, that we ought Huntsmen renew the chase they lately run,

to make the like judgment of men, as we do And generals fight again their battles won.

of horses, who are valued rather according to Spectres and furies haunt the murderer's dreams,

their personal qualities, than by the race of

whence they come. He advises his noble friend Grants or disgraces are the courtier's themes. The miser spies a thief, or a new hoard,

Ponticus (to whom he dedicates the satire) to The cit 's a knight, the sycophant a lord.

lead a virtuous life, dissuading him from deThus Fancy 's in the wild distraction lost,

bauchery, luxury, oppression, cruelty, and other With what we most abhor, or covet most.

vices, by his severe censures on Lateranus, But of all passions that our dreams control,

Damasippus, Gracchus, Nero, Catiline; and, Love prints the deepest image in the soul ;

in opposition to these, displays the worth of perFor vigorous fancy and warm blood dispense

sons meanly burn, such as Cicero, Marius, Sera Pleasures so lively, that they rival sense.

vius Tullius, and the Decii.
Such are the transports of a willing maid,
Not yet by time and place to act betray'd, What's the advantage, or the real good,
Whom spies or some faint virtue forc'd to fly

In tracing from the source our ancient blood ?
That scene of joy, which yet she dies to try;
Till Fancy bawds, and, by mysterious charms, I The translator of this satire industriously
Brings the dear object to her longing arms: avoided imposing upon the reader, and perplexing
Unguarced then she melts, acts fierce delight, the printer with tedious common-place notes: but
And curses the returns of envious light.

finding towards the latter end many examples of To hare our ancestors in paint or stone,

Denotes the noblest or the fiercest beast: Preservd as relics, or like monsters shown? Be therefore careful, lest the world in jest The brave Æmilii, as in triumph plac'd,

Should thee just so with the mock titles greet The virtuous Curii, half by time defac'd,

Of Camerinus, or of conquer'd Crete. Corvinus, with a mouldering nose, that bears To whom is this advice and censure due ? Injurious scars, the sad effects of years,

Rubellius Plancus, 'tis applied to you; And Galba grinning without nose or ears?

Who think your person second to diving, Vain are their hopes, who fancy to inherit

Because descended from the Drusian line; By trees of pedigrees, or fame, or merit:

Though yet you no illustrious act bave done, Though plodding heralds through each branch may To make the world distinguish Julia's son trace

From the vile offspring of a trull, who sits Old captains and dictators of their race,

By the town wall, and for a living knits. While their ill lives that family bely,

“ You are poor rogues," you cry, “ the baser scum And grieve the brass which stands dishonour'd by. And inconsiderable dregs of Rome;

'Tis mere burlesque, that to our generals praise Who know not from what corner of the Earth Their progeny immortal statues raise,

The obscure wretch, who got you, stole his birth: Yet (far from that old gallantry) delight

Mine I derive from Cecrops.”—May your grace To game before their images all night,

Live and enjoy the splendour of your race! And steal to bed at the approach of day,

Yet of these base plebeians we have known
The hour when these their ensigns did display. Some, who, by charming eloquence, have grown

Why should soft Fabius impudently bear Great senators, and honours to that gown :
Names gain'd by conquests in the Gallic war? Some at the bar with subtilty defend
Why lays he claim to Hercules's strain,

The cause of an unlearned noble friend;
Yet dares be base, effeminate, and vain?

Or on the bench the knotty laws untie: The glorious altar to that hero built

Others their stronger youth to arms apply, Adds but a greater lustre to his guilt,

Go to Euphrates, or those forces join Whose tender limbs and polish'd skin disgrace Which garrison the conquests near the Rhine. The grisly beauty of his manly race ;

While you, Rubellius, on your birth rely; And who, by practising the dismal skill

Though you resemble your great family Of poisoning, and such treacherous ways to kill, No more, than those rough statues on the road Makes his unhappy kindred marble sweat, (Which we call Mercuries) are like that god : When his degenerate head by theirs is set.

Your blockhead though excels in this alone, Long galleries of ancestors, and all

You are a living statue, that of stone. The follies which ill-grace a country hall,

Great son of Troy, whoever prais'd a beast Challenge no wonder or esteem from me;

For being of a race above the rest, Virtue alone is true nobility.”

But rather meant his courage, and his force ? Live therefore well : to men and gods appear, To give an instance-We commend a horse Such as good Paulus, Cossus, Drusus, were ; (Without regard of pasture or of breed) And in thy consular, triumphal show,

For his undaunted mettle and his speed; Let these before thy father's statues gos

Who wins most plates with greatest ease, and first Place them before the ensigns of the state,

Prints with his hoofs his conquests on the dust. As choosing rather to be good than great.

But if fleet Dragon's progeny at last Convince the world that you 're devout and true, Prove jaded, and in frequent matches cast, Be just in all you say, and all you do ;

No favour for the stallion we retain, Whatever be your birth, you 're sure to be

And no respect for the degenerate strain; A peer of the first magnitude to me;

The worthless brute is from Newmarket brought, Rome for your sake shall push her conquests on, And at an under-rate in Smithfield bought, And bring new titles home from nations won, To turn a mill, or drag a loaded life To dignify so eminent a son.

Beneath two panniers and a baker's wife. With your blest name shall every region sound, That we may therefore you, not yours, admire, Loud as mad Egypt, when her priests have found First, sir, some honour of your own acquire; A new Osiris for the ox they drown'd.

Add to that stock which justly we bestow But who will call those noble, who deface, On those blest shades to whom you all things By meaner acts, the glories of their race; Whose only title to our fathers' fame

This may suffice the haughty youth to shame, Is couch'd in the dead letters of their name? Whose swelling veins (if we may credit Fame) A dwarf as well may for a giant pass;

Burst almost with the vanity and pride A Negro for a swan; a crook-backd lass

That their rich blood to Nero's is ally'd: Be call'd Europa; and a cur may bear

The rumour 's likely; for “ We seldom find The name of tiger, lion, or whate'er

Much sense with an exalted fortune join'd." noblemen, who disgraced their ancestors by vicious cannot sufficiently explain. If he has not confined practices, and of men meanly born, who ennobled himself to the strict rules of translation, but has their families by virtuous and brave actions, he frequently taken the liberty of imitating, parathought some historical relations were necessary phrasing, or reconciling the Roman customs to our towards rendering those instances more intelligible; modem usage, he hopes this freedom is pardonable, which is all he pretends to by his remarks. He since he has not used it but when he found the woald gladly have left out the heavy passage of original flat, obscure, or defective; and where the the Mirmillo and Retiarius, which he honestly humour and connection of the author might natuconfesses he either does not rightly understand, or rally allow of such a change.

owe.

But Ponticus, I would not you should raise Which made in peace a treasure richer far, Your credit by hereditary praise;

Than what is plunder'd in the rage of war. Let your own acts immortalize your name;

This was of old; but our confederates now Tis poor relying on another's fame;"

Have nothing left but oxen for the plough, For, take the pillars but away, and all

Or some few mares reserv'd alone for breed; The superstructure must in ruins fall;

Yet lest this provident design succeed, As a Vine droops, when by divorce remov'd They drive the father of the herd away, From the embraces the Elm she lov'd.

Making both stallion and his pasture prey. Be a good soldier, or upright trustee,

Their rapine is so abject and profane, An arbitrator from corruption free.

They not from trifles nor from gods refrain ; And if a witness in a doubtful cause,

But the poor Lares from the niches seize, Where a brib'd judge means to elude the laws; If they be little images that please. Though Phalaris's brazen bull were there,

Such are the spoils which now provoke their theft, And he would dictate what he'd have you swear, And are the greatest, nay, they 're all that's Be not so profligate, but rather choose

left. To guard your honour, and your life to lose,

Thus may you Corinth or weak Rhodes oppress, Rather than let your virtue be betray'd;

Who dare not bravely what they feel redress : Virtue the noblest cause for which you 're made. For how can fops thy tyranny control,

“ Improperly we measure life by breath; “Smooth limbs are symptoms of a servile soul.” Such do not truly live who merit death;"

But trespass not too far on sturdy Spain,
Though they their wanton senses nicely please Sclavonia, France; thy gripes from those restrain,
With all the charms of luxury and ease;

Who with their sweat Rome's luxury maintain,
Though Iningled flowers adorn their careless brow, And send us plenty, while our wanton day
And round them costly sweets neglected flow, Is lavish'd at the Circus, or the play.
As if they in their funeral state were laid,

For, should you to extortion be inclin'd,
And to the world, as they 're to virtue, dead. Your cruel guilt will little booty find,

When you the province you expect, obtain, Since gleaning Marius has already seiz'd From passion and from avarice refrain;

All that from sun-burnt Afric can be squeez'd.
Let our associates' poverty provoke

But, above all, “ Be careful to withhold
Thy generous heart not to increase their yoke, Your talons from the wretched and the bold;
Since riches cannot rescue from the grave, Tempt pot the brave and needy to despair;
Which claims alike the monarch and the slave. For, though your violence should leave them bare

To what the laws enjoin, submission pay; Of gold and silver, swords and darts remain,
And what the senate shall command, obey. And will revenge the wrongs which they sustain;
Think what rewards upon the good attend, The plunder'd still have arms-
And how those fall unpitied who offend :

Think not the precept I have here laid down
Tutor and Capito may warnings be,

A fond, uncertain notion of my own; Who felt the thunder of the states' decree,

No, 'tis a Sibyl's leaf what I relate, For robbing the Cecilians, though they

As fix'd and sure, as the decrees of Fate. (Like lesser pikes) only subsist on prey.

Let none but men of honour you attend; But what avails the rigour of their doom?

Choose him that has most virtue for your friend, Which cannot future violence o'ercome,

And give no way to any darling youth Nor give the miserable province ease,

To sell your favour, and pervert the truth.
Since what one plunderer left, the next will seize. Reclaim your wife from strolling up and down,

Cherippus then, in time yourself bethink, To all assizes and through every town,
And what your rags will yield by auction, sink; With claws like harpies, eager for the prey,
Ne'er put yourself to charges to complain

(For which your justice and your fame will pay.) Of wrong which heretofore you did sustain,

Keep yourself free from scandals such as these; Make not a voyage to detect the theft :

Then trace your birth from Picus, if you please : 'T'is mad to lavish what their rapine left.

If he's too modern, and your pride aspire
When Rome at first our rich allies subdued, To seek the author of your being higher,
From gentle taxes noble spoils accrued ;

Choose any Titan, who the gods withstood,
Each wealthy province, but in part opprest, To be the founder of your ancient blood,
Thought the loss trivial, and enjoy'd the rest. Prometheus, and that race before the flood,
All treasuries did then with heaps abound; Or any other story you can find
In every wardrobe costly silks were found; From heralds, or in poets, to your mind.
The least apartment of the meanest house

But should you prove ambitious, lustful, vain;
Could all the wealthy pride of art produce; Or could you see with pleasure and disdain,
Pictures which from Parrbasius did receive

Rods broke on our associates' bleeding backs,
Motion and warmth; and statues taught to live: And heads-men labouring till they blunt their ax,
Some Polyclete's, some Myron's work declar'd, Your father's glory will your sin proclaim,
In others Phidias' masterpiece appear'd;

And to a clearer light expose your shame;
And crowding plate did on the cupboard stand, “ For still more public scandal vice extends,
Emboss'd by curious Mentor's artful hand.

As he is great and noble who offends." Prizes like these oppressors might invite,

How dare you then your high extraction plead ? These Dolabella's rapine did excite,

Yet blush not when you go to forge a deed, These Anthony for his own theft thought fit, In the same temple which your grandsire built ; Verres for these did sacrilege commit;

Making his statue privy to the guilt. And when their reigns

were ended, ships full fraught Or in a bawdy masquerade are led, The hidden fruits of their exaction brought, Muffed by night, to some polluted bed.

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