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Ovid travestie, a burlesque upon Ovid's Epistles by Alexander Radcliffe ...
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Radcliffe, Alexander, fl. 1669-1696.
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Wing R126; ESTC R10447
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not what I wou'd be at When Young I cou'd have cur'd these am'rous stings With Carrots Radishes or such like things Now there 's no pleasure in such Earthly cures I must have things apply'd as warm as yours Where lyes the blame art thou not strong and young Who wou'd not gather fruit that is well hung Or who can call 't a Sin when we have done Mayn't I have leave to hug my Husband's Son Suppose our Landlord Iove that gallant Wight Had a months mind to lodge with me a night Nay if his Lady too should give consent For you I 'd quit him though hee 'd quit his rent Since you 'l not hunt in this my softer place Where I should get the better of the chase Since the large Fields and Woods you rummage thorough Disdaining my poor little Cunny borough I 'll follow you o're Ditches and throu ' Boggs And whoop and hollow after all the Dogs I 'll speak to th' hounds so well hey Iowler Bowman That none but you shall know I am a Woman I 'll praise your Greyhound Delia when you course She shall my Mistress be and I 'll be yours Under a hedge I 'll squat down like a Hare And you alone shall find me sitting there Sometimes upon a Horse I 'll get astride And after you as I were mad I 'll ride For all our Generation have been so When they 're in Love they know not what they do You 've heard that Mistress Europe was my Grandam She went away with Iupiter at Random Pasiphae my Mother was so full Of strange Vagaries that she suck'd a Bull. My Husband with my Sister lay or rather I should have told you that it was your Father Poor Adne was stark mad for him and now I am God knows as mad in Love with you So that between the Father and the Son There are two Sisters like to be undone I never shall forget with what a Grace You drest your self in order for the chase Your Visage not too red but only tan'd Of the same colour with your brawny hand An ancient Bever on your head you put Like a three Pegeon Pye in corners cut A little Jacket made of blewish green Which had the Death of many a Badger seen Your hair your own which shew'd you not debauch'd Not nicely trim'd for here and there 't was notch'd I hate your Fellows with your powder'd Wigs As m' Husband us'd to say they look like Prigs You 'd lasting Breeches made of Buckskin Leather To keep the fundamental parts from weather But when you reach'd your hanger from the Bed Another Weapon came into my head Not all your dayes can give you such delight Or half the Sport I 'll shew you in a Night Delia's your Joy Delia does you bewitch Can you neglect a Christian for a Bitch Cephalus your Companion and old Crony Valu'd a Dog better than ready money Hee 'd get upon a Horse though half asleep Ready to hunt before the Day did peep But when h 'ad once tasted Aurora's sweets He found out better Game between the sheets For then unless she pleas'd he durst not say Nor did he wish that it would e're be day Why should not we consent to try our skill I 'm certain you and I can do as well Therefore dear Poll I offer very fair Under Barn-Elmes I 'll meet you if you dare Since none but Countrey Sports can humour you I 'll wrastle wi' you there a fall or two Though o' my Conscience I believe you 'l throw me But if you shou'd perhaps it won't undo me And when you have me down among the Trees You wanton Rogue you may do what you please Wee 'd no such opportunity before Your Father is at London with his Whore Therefore I think 't is but a just design To cuckold him and pay him in his coin Besides he ne're was marry'd to your Mother He first whor'd her and then he took another What kindness or respect ought we to have For such a Villain and perfidious Knave This should not trouble but provoke us rather With all the speed we can to lye together I am no kin to you nor you to me They call it Incest but to terrifie Lovers Embraces are Lascivious Tricks 'Mongst musty Puritans and Schismaticks Did not our Master Iove chuse him a Mistress Who should it be but one of his own Sisters There 's no engendring can be truly good But when we fancy that we 're of a blood Under the names of Mother and of Son What pretty pleasant actions may be done All they will say because I 'm kind to thee I 'm Mother both in Law and Equity Take heart of Grace be not afraid of Spyes I care not if there were Ten thousand Eyes I 'll leave the door without a Bolt or Lock What if they saw us in our Shirt and Smock Nay I 'll suppose we should be seen in Bed What can there to our prejudice be said That you came wet and dripping from the chase And I 'd a mind to give you my warm place I did not think to 've said so much in hast But Love like Murther must come out at last The Fort lyes open therefore scorn it not But come with speed and enter on the spot Let us imagine now the worst can happen Suppose that you and I were taken napping And Theseus sayes Begone you filthy Whore Away you Rogue and so he shuts the door What if he does why then for France with speed We shall be there supply'd with all we need My Father dwells at Paris in good credit And well to pass is he though I have said it There he 's well known as Beggar knows his dish We 'll live as bravely then as Heart can wish Therefore make haste dream not of any harms Thou 'lt be secure enough within my arms When you go out may you be sure of Game May your horse never tire nor happen lame At a default may the Dogs never be May Delia bring forth Whelps as good as she May you i' th' Field ne're want a draught of Beer Or Bread and Cheese or such like hunting cheer While I sit pining for you here at home When I have cry'd out both my Eyes you 'l come HYPSIPYLE to IASON Lately translated out of OVID Now BURLESQU'D The ARGUMENT Jason a quondam Foot-man with some others the nimblest of the same Function joyn'd their Stocks and purchas'd a Silver-Bowl which they ran for from Barnet to St. Albans but before the day of the Match one Medaea a Gipsey and Strouler in those Parts took a more then ordinary fancy towards Jason whom she so dieted with new laid Eggs or what the Devil it was else she being suspected of Withcraft that he won the Plate and beat two famous Foot Jockeys Whipping-Tom and Teage Hypsipyle his Wife whom he had deserted hearing of his good success and withall of his Love-intrigue with Medaea caused this Epistle to be sent to him