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A25273
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The rake, or, The libertine's religion a poem.
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Ames, Richard, d. 1693.
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1693
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Wing A2988; ESTC R16090
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pious Knaves Are sentenc'd to Confinement during Life How was the Cheat impos'd on Man at first That Two should willingly be doubly curst That in One She I bound my wild Desires And vow for ever to maintain Love's Fires Tho' the first Month perhaps the Flame expires A Bondage far more cruel than was felt By Jews when they in Egypt's Bondage dwelt Increase and Multiply the Earth Was the first Blessing Heav'n bestow'd No Bounds to that Command were then allow'd But our fore-Fathers multiplied their kind On whom they pleas'd not to one She confin'd Their Appetites by Nature's dictates mov'd They look'd they lik'd and whom they lik'd they lov'd What barbarous Age to Marriage then gave Birth That cursed Noose that Antidote to Love For were my Mistress Beautiful and Fair As we imagine that the Angels are And were she so with Riches blest by Fate That she scarce knew the end of her Estate On slavish Souls how strong these Charms would move 'T is own'd I would enjoy her might we be As we were born and as our Thoughts are free But if she never must be mine Unless her Hand in Holy Rites I 'd joyn By Heav'n the Gilded Baby I 'd resign I hate 'bove all things to be Bought and Sold And would not wear a Fetter tho' of Gold X. The Thoughts of Marriage how it turns my Brains Which Thousand Mischiefs for one Good contains Fit only for the Plodding Sot Who cause his Sire in Wedlock him begot Therefore he 'll follow in the same dull trott Or those tame Fools who every day by turns Are blest with Gilded or ungilded Horns But see to chase these Thoughts away In a loose Dress just like the Queen of Love My Mistress hither does her Footsteps move Cosmelia Wanton Careless Young and Gay Come to my Arms of all thy Sex the best And let me kiss thy warm and downy Breast In killing Raptures I 'll thy Wast entwine And strive to joyn my very Soul with thine I fell soft Love is creeping in each Vein I cannot one short Minute more refrain So strong the Passion is so fierce the pain Come then Cosmelia to my dark Alcove And in the most endearing Pleasure prove That none but such as we know how to Love XI She s gone but yet my Transports are not o're I hug her still in Effigie And tho' she 's fled her Image still I see Divinest Creature whose Embrace I still above all Earthly Pleasures place Which when with thee compar'd are Spiritless Poor Boy bring a Bottle of the choicest Wine Such as the Gods drink when they would discourse Of their Intrigues and high Amours For in the Amorous Combat I have lost Some Spirits which must again recruited be T is as I wisht a Liquor half Divine See in the Glass the Atoms dance and shine No mortal sure can of more Pleasures boast For Wine and Women do by turns supply The Cravings of my Appetite Where is the Man that is more blest than I While all my Hours I spend in soft Delight I laugh at all those Pious Fools By Priest-craft cheated lead their Lives by Rules XII What ails me sure I am not well My Thoughts are on the sudden grown Tumultuous yet the cause I cannot tell A sullen Damp has seiz'd my Soul And I 'm uneasie whilst alone What can it be which thus destroys The Relish of my former Joys And makes me with a strange Affright Remember former past Delight I think I 'm not Bewitch'd nor mad What then should make me now so sad Perhaps 't is Conscience with her croaking Voice That in my Breast has made this mighty Noise The Name I 've often heard 't is true But ne're till now its Office knew If it be that which thus does howl I 'll quickly silence her unwelcome Chat And Wine and Company and Play Shall chase the Evil Spirit away I 'll hear no more her canting Stuff But if she does me to the Tavern follow While I large Brimmers swallow If she 'll be brib'd she shall have Wine enough Troublesome Fiend such Michiefs to create But 't is resolv'd if thy tormenting Clack Can silenced be or laid asleep Store of the strongest VVines thou shalt not lack While I without thy noise will choicest Pleasures reap XIII All will not do I find 't is but in vain T' appease this new rais'd Hurricane The more the Storm I strove t' oppose The higher still the Billows rose Nor would the Fiend be quell'd Tho' I tall mighty Bumpers fill'd Nor will her Noise be overcome With all the Wine in Christendom I am alone Dejected and at home And now it more outragious grows Fain would it speak what yet I fear Would not be grateful to my Ear. Am I a Coward Shall it ere be said I of a puling Conscience am afraid Speak then if such thou art I bid thee speak And all thou lab'rest with disclose I 'll freely bear thy Whip thy Sting thy Check Tho' what th' Event may be Heav'n only knows XIV In a grave Tone his Conscience then begins Mistake me not young Man I was not sent To be your Plague or Punishment But as a Monitor to warn you of your Sins Had you a vertuous course pursu'd And not been vicious vain or lewd From me no Trouble you should e're receive 'T is you the Whips and Axes give And I who was your Counsellor design'd A kind of Executioner you find The Strokes and Lashes which you feel From me were order'd all by Heaven To be in Love not Anger given To make you think of that and not be fond of Hell XV. Think not the Word a Bugbear made by Priests Or craftily invented by some Law To keep the Headstrong Multitude in aw I know how much you who would Wits be thought Into Contempt all serious Things have brought Religion serves to make you thousand Jests And when your Heads with Wine are full Too oft the Majesty of Heav'n you ridicule Think you his Justice will for ever sleep Such vile Affronts will he for ever bear From crawling Dust and Ashes as you are 'T is very strange that you should disbelieve The Being of a Place which ev'ry Day You wish in Oaths and Curses would receive Your Souls and Bodies But your ready Plea Is that They 're only words of course which slip Sometimes between the Cup and Lip And that you hope of such Mistakes That Heav'n at all no notice takes But let not Sin too long deceive And of your Noblest Faculties your Soul bereave For as you sow the very same you 'l reap And Vengeance will be sure altho it seem to creep XVI Are you so sworn to Company and Drink As not to find One leisure Hour to think But that you cannot nay you dare not do Your Mind would find you then and represent Your Crimes in lively Colours to your view For when the serious Thoughts approach You stifle 'em in lewd Debauch But