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A61492
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The vvits paraphras'd, or, Paraphrase upon paraphrase in a burlesque on the several late translations of Ovids Epistles.
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Stevenson, Matthew, fl. 1654-1685.
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1680
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that made a mortal hash Of her own Brothers spare my flesh Yet in your Arms this forceress Lyes And you conceit you have a Prize False Fool I blame but do not wonder What made the Lemnon Wenches thunder Suppose the Fates had us'd their Engins To blow the hither with a Vengeance What Impudence cou'd thou assume To see thy Brats and me at home Thus to betray thy flesh and blood Hang thee nay hanging is too good Tho' I perhaps had spar'd thy Jacket I shou'd have riv'd the Witches Placket To her I shou'd Medea prove If Iove regards my injur'd Love May that loath'd Hag my Bed defil'd Be by her own Designs beguild And may she be for all your Fleeces By Dogs for Carrion torn apieces May her old Sire and Brothers Murder Be her own Doom so God reward her And may she split upon that Shelf Till in Dispair she hangs her self PHAEDRA to HYPOLYTUS The ARGUMENT Theseus the Son of Aegeus having slain the Minotaur promised to Ariadne the Daughter of Minos and Pasiphae for the Assistance of which she gave him to carry her home with him and make her his Wife So together with her sick Phoedra they went on board and sail'd to Chios where being warn'd by Bacchus he left Ariadne and married her Sister Phoedra who afterwards in Theseus her Husbands Absence fell in Love weth Hypolytus her Son in Law who had vowed Celibacy and was a Hunter wherefore since she cou'd conveniently otherwise she chose by this Epistle to give him an Account of her Passion IF thou 'rt unkind my pretty Elf I shall go near to hang my self Read this I pray and then consider What Gripings I have in my Blather Thus we by Notes confer with ease Which serve us in our Privacies Thrice my sad Tale e're I a word Cou'd utter fell into a T I sham'd to say I was besh But what I blusht to speak I writ 'T is dangerous to resist such Motions The Gods themselves do take their Potions They promis'd me to send thee hither That we might take a Doze together And with a Pill or a Compound To purge thee of the weather-bound Yet when I first was married then he Found me as neat as any penny But a Fice smother'd in the Skin When it 's not out stinks worse within As a young Puppy learnt to fetch Is pincht and lasht and stroakt and scratcht So you resolve e're I be idle To make me bite upon the Bridle When Love was young the Whore bepist her In riper-years she took a Glister To thee I mortgage Tick and Feather Le ts be undon and bed together How can you spare the Fruit that grows And still lies bobbing at your Nose But now my Beauty had no match Shall I begin to paint and patch I for thy love no hazard fear It is no Sin unless you swear Shou'd Iuno give her what de' e call it I 'de quit her Iove for my Hypolit With thee I 've wisht these many years To have a frisk amongst the Bears To dabble in the Bogs and Fountains And drive the Beagles o're the Mountains To get a Green-gown while I lye O' th' Grass Wou'd you stand pimping by I have a little hand Wheel-barrow And thick and thin I venture thorow Drunk in my Cups I stamp and stare Raging and mad as a March Hare And make my self a very stalk-horse Amongst the Bulkers and Night-walkers And whilst you are amongst your Wenches I find my self where the shoo pinches Is it a Fate 'i th Blood that Venus With Infamy resolves to stain us It is a blessed Generation When Whore and Rogue 's all the Relation Europa long'd for a mad Bull And had of him her Belly full And to her shame I had a mother E'en as good at it as the other The Filer Theseus by my Sister The Monster slew for which he kist her The self-same Course my self am stearing There 's ne're a Barrel better Herring It was unlucky for us Both She lov'd the Father I the youth Say then two Sisters are undon Both by the Father and the Son When first we met at Countrey Farm Wou'd I had broke a Leg or Arm. Eleusis was the Fatal place I wou'd I ne're had seen that Face That Face so fair for all to see Was an unlucky one to me Thy Drawers charcole-Charcole-Wife and Wast-coat Became thee better than a lac'd Coat At pleasure to slip on and doff As home and plain as a Pike-staff I love it best I will not flatter Because it most resembles Nature If thou but sneeze or let a Fart I smile and say 't is done with Art Or see thee poise thy little Tool E'en any thing does please the Fool. But in the Woods pursue thy freaks And meddle not with such a Jacques Must Country Trulls have all the sport And starve the Ladies of the Court For Heaven's sake Lad forbear high Toss Or thou l't come home by weeping Cross. Famous was Cephalus the Kildog For slaying many a Curr and Mill-dog Yet him Eurora did bewitch Who left his old for a young Bitch Under a shade her amorous Boy Venus did often occupie Atlantas lay with Meleager And did together for a wager Between two Pools there is a Kennel Adorn'd with Beds of Leeks and Fennel Thither to th' Bawdy Bank I 'll come One Bit abroad's worth two at home Wee 'l tumble on a Bed of Parsley T' our wish the Thief is gone to Thessaly There taken up with Cinder sooty Then thou or I a better Booty And there to show his further Malice Against us Both he huffs and rallys He gave my Brother's Bum a Glister And play'd the Rascal with my Sister With Ducks and Geese to find his Foxmeat And left her in the Woods for Hawks meat Amongst the Beasts where thou wast foster'd To rob thy Right and make thee 'a Bastard And tho' I brought him more by others They 're all his own thy very Brothers Then do not stand on Terms of Duty Who left thee here to me a Booty He did it first art thou afraid Then to defile thy Fathers Bed It neither frightens me nor shames Mother and Son are but meer Names Of Fear and Duty to amaze The Folks in old Queen Besses dayes But honest Iove full often kist her And made no Bones of his own Sister Nor matters it so near a Kin The nearer that the deeper in And all will praise us when a Mother And Son 's so kind to one another Nor wou'd we keep it in the dark yet Wee 'l hug and kiss i' th' open Market For were we catch't in naked Bed My Legs and Arms about thee spread It is but Mother and the Son And who can guess what we have done Only make haste my pretty Duck For I e'en long to give thee Suck Between my Breasts to get thee once I 'le fall upon my Marrow-bones And kiss the Borders of thy Jerkin To please thee I will shew my
to the Pit of Hell Sometimes I fear'd some old Curmudgeon O' th' Deep had gulpt thee for a Gudgeon And beg'd of Iove to let thee snort Tho I was ne're the better for 't I clapt my hand upon my Bum And every blast I cry'd he 's come Nay still I found some new pretences To cry thee up amongst the Wenches And yet you stand upon Resistance And keep a Body at such Distance As if I were not worth the Longs To touch me with a pair of Tongs I priz'd your Promise like a Fool But 't was great Cry and little Wool What have I done I was a Beast To be so fond of such a Guest Pox take all Fondlings I can tell The cause I lov'd you but too well What signifies your flattering words Where are your Gods not worth two turds Where 's Hymen too that old Match-monger I can't forbear him any longer You swore by all that 's good and right By Bell by Book and Candle-light You 'd never leave me while you staid Then hang an arse and pâ—â—y the Jade You swore by all the Gods that be But what have they to do with thee By Iuno Venus ne'er to budge Till Death depart from your old Drudge And what more than thy parting griev'd me I like a silly Jade believ'd thee who 'd think thee such a damn'd Dissembler But thou art worse a very Rambler When you came mumping Helm a Larbour To look for shelter in my Harbour My Charity I do not rue In giving thee an Alms or two But that it ever shou'd be said I made thee free of Board and Bed A Curse attend the Carrier down The first day brought thee to the Town And gave thee that unlucky cast I wish that day had been my last Then had I dy'd a Maid and well Tho' for it I led Apâ—s in Hell Is it for such a pickled Sturgeon Such ' bus'ness to deceive a Virgin You 've got a Booty march God b'w'ye My Maidenhead and much good do ye And all the good you got thereby You may e'en put it in your Eye When all your Friends lay strong Devices And get a Fame by fighting Prizes This for your Honour we 'll intrench That you betray'd a silly Wench Of all thy Fathers acts and merits Which thou so naturally inherits Like him thou hast one good condition The gift of lying by commission He stole from Ariadne's Bed And she the better bargain had But I am shun'd by Rook and Bully For yielding to so mean a Cully Cry Let her march off with a Pox We 'll find a Fool to rule the fo'ks Yet shou'd you come again as soon You 'll find 'em in another tune Then wou'd they say the Cuckold let her Take him again she can't do better But why shou'd I fish in this Puddle And with such Crotchets crack my Noddle He 's gone for ever gone to pot Rub'd off with what small Geer he 's got Although he screw'd with other Pegs When you were last between my Legs How sweet upon me were you then You kist and swore you 'd come again Drown'd in a Flood we both were laid That very night you pist the Bed Cursing Misfortune Wind and Weather That part which brought us first together Then said methinks I hear thee still I 'll come upon my Life I will You 'l come but when the Devil 's blind Can I expect you 'l be so kind When I 'm convinc'd you plaid the Wag On meer design to give the Bag Yet I cou'd wish with all my heart And guts thou'd make a little start What do I ask Thou hast perhaps Another Trollop by the Chops And has by this forgot my Name What Geer I am or whence I came But I shall strive to blow the Embers And study to rub up your Members 'T was I thy ragged state condoling Preserv'd thee when thou came a stroling Kept thee from stinking in the Socket With many a Twopence lin'd thy Pocket I gave thee all I gave so fast The Devil and all my self at last My Farm in Copy-hold and Tail In Trust till you began to fail Which was too much for any woman To occupy without a Common Which makes me wish thee in my Warren For fear the Burrough shou'd grow barren All day I view the winds with sadness Ready to drown my self for madness In the next Pond just like a Bedlam Was like to throw my self down headlong Nay since you use me thus so ill I am resolv'd to do it still Sometimes I think to make a proof Of Hemlock Ratsbane or such stuff Then to revenge me on the Elder Wou'd stab thee through in Hans en Keldar Or in a Nooze of Hemp or Leather Surer than that brought us together Think decently my self to strangle And in that plight hang dingle-diangle Thy Wife the flouts are thrown upon her Thus with my Life to clear my Honour There on my Tomb write this Inscription Who dearly lov'd to be a bitching Here lies poor Phillis worth a Million The truest Iade to th' falsest Villain He was the cause of her undoing And thank her self for her own ruine HERMIONE to ORESTES The ARGUMENT Hermione the Daughter of Menelaus and Helena was by Tindarus her Grandfather to whom Menelaus had committed the government of his house when he went to Troy contracted to Orestes Her Father Menelaus not knowing thereof had betroth'd her to Pyrrhus the Son of Achilles who returning from the Trojan Wars stole her away Whereupon she writes to Orestes as follows TAke this Orest with commendation From your own Buttock and Relation Nay more your Wife but that I buckl'd T'another since and made thee Cuckold All that a silly woman knew I strove against but 't would not do Stand off said I and quit my Placket Or my good man will brush your Jacket Yet did he drag me by the Breech Through th' gutters like a new-lim'd Bitch What cou'd I suffer more of Rack If all Troy-Town were on my back If thou hast left one dram of kindness For an old Friend use no more shiness But like a Tyger come my Rogue Save me from this Whore-mastring Dog What can you turn a Tory-catcher And see me ravish'd by a Thatcher Think how my Father that old Coxcomb Fell on his Rival with a Pox to 'em And to redeem his little Crack Rais'd all the Town upon his back Had he had not hector'd hufft and tore At such a Rate he 'd lost his Whore Nor need you send a Crowd to huff him Your self will be enough to cuff him Nor will you sure your self disparage You 're mine by Bloud as well as Marriage Then make all speedy preparation To save your Wife and your Relation When the old Pimp secur'd me yours I little dreamt of a Divorce Or e're to stretch my hams abroad To one I hated like a Toad So well you tickled up my Toby I never cou'd endure this Looby Full well my Father knows the