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A satyr against wooing with a view of the ill consequences that attend it / written by the author of The satyr against woman.
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Gould, Robert, d. 1709?
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1698
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Wing G1435; ESTC R28043
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A SATYR AGAINST WOOING With a View of the Ill Consequences that attend it Written by the Author of The Satyr against Woman Si tibi simplicitas uxoria deditus uni Est animus summitte caput cervice parata Ferre Jugum nullam invenies quae pareat amanti Juv. Sat. 6. LONDON Printed in the Year 1698. TO Sir Fleetwood Sheppard c. WHile the vain Fop his vainer Mistress sues Growing more slavish as he longer Woo's For she but flies because the Sot pursues You Sir a safer nobler way have ran For an ill Age a general Good began And shewn the ways of Liberty to Man Vnpitied let the Husband mourn his strife That Woo's and Lies and labours for a Wife Mean while to you our Praise we justly pay Whom Woman's utmost Art cou'd ne'er betray Or all her charms seduce to quit your Native Sway. Learning and Prudence rais'd you safe above The snares of Wedlock and the smiles of Love In their embrace a nobler Prize you sought And to their Empire lasting Conquests brought 'T was strange to be the Foe of Love so Young But stranger to retain the Bent so long Nor heat of Youth nor yet your Elder Years For many a Man is fonder as he wears Cou'd ever plunge you in that Sea of Cares Constant to Peace you still avoided strife The Rocks the Shelves and Quick-sands of a Wife That wak'ner of Despair and scourge of Life 'T was not because you never saw the Flame In Crouds of Beauties you were still the same And looking back despis'd the following Game Thus flying you the beauteous Victors beat And Parthian like secur'd the Conquest by Retreat Disarm'd of all their Darts the Fantoms fled By your persisting Sense their Pow'r struck dead And Wit and Friendship govern'd in their stead Friendship Heav'ns holiest Tye and Balm of Life And Wit that never cou'd consist with strife How are we pleas'd at ev'ry word you speak How do we glow to see the Light'ning break Inevitable Mirth our Grief controuls Shines thrô the sullen Gloom and warms our Souls Sadness it self does in thy Presencâ— wear A Pleasing look and Poets lose their Care There 's not a Soul can stir while thou dost stay To ev'ry Mind you Life and Light convey Just as where e'er the Sun arrives 't is Day Why shou'd not Wit a blessing so sublime As it from Love secure thee too from Time It will not be the Body falls of Course But thy Immortal Name 's above his Force R. G. A SATYR AGAINST WOOING c. TRue Love if yet there such a thing can be Is where two Persons mutually agree And marry next to Root out all debate VVithout â— thought of Portion or Estate Then both alike with cheerful Labour strive By Honesty and Industry to Live Alike contented if they ' re poor or thrive Thus living Happily and Dying late They scarce find Heav'n a more Exalted State But O! th' Arabian Phaenix is less rare Than such a happy such a wond'rous Pair Not in an Age a Mutual Couple shown And 't is as certain that the Fault 's our own We Sigh and Weep with hopes and fears perplex Our Selves and Deify a faithless Sex As Butchers blow their Veal and taint their Ware Praise does to Woman what a stinking Breath does there Scarce has the Foppling Sixteen Summers Seen The Down scarce yet appearing on his Chin But he a Tingling in his Blood does find And thinks he 's fit to propagate his Kind And were that all he shou'd not have our blame Since every other Brute pursues the same Enjoy'd at once they lose their Lust and Strife But he more thoughtless pushes at a Wife And thinks Desire will only end with Life But e'er he can effect his mad Design And in th' unquiet Clam'rous Union joyn The two old Fathers very gravely meet 'T adjust the Young ones shaking of the Sheet Th' Hereditary Mannor House and Grounds The Joynture and in lieu Five thousand pounds What 's this but just like Tradesmen bart'ting Ware Or cheating Jockeys in a Smith-field Fair An even Chop between the Horse and Mare The Match thus made up thoughtless of th' Event The Noddy's next to get the Nymph's Consent In order to 't he Powders and Perfumes And three long hours in Dressing spent presumes At last before the Idol to appear Bowing as if the Deity were there Not more cou'd be the Rapture had she been A bright and just descended Cherubin But now the speaking Faculty does seize The Ass that breaks out smooth in Woâ—ds like these Madam What shall I suy or how impart In Language that may make you feel the smart The mighty Anguish of my bleeding Heart Wounded by You nor able to endure The raging Pain I humbly Kneel for Cure O let thy looks thy future Love Declare As bright Aurora does a Day that 's Fair. Do not Ah! do not in a dismal Cloud Of gloomy Scorn thy Smiling Mercy shroud But let those Eyes that can the Sun controul Shine with Enliv'ning Warmth upon my Soul And an undone despairing Lover save Whose â—tmost Glory is to dye your Slave O Sot that knows not Wedlock is a more Incessant Toyl than tugging at the Ore The Joy of which he Dreams to stand possest A Bed-fellow that ne'er will let him rest In fatal kindness draining of his Strength Or Curtain Lectures fatal for their Length Knows all his secret Crimes his Folly hears Lessens his Hopes and does encrease his Fears And Studies how to Plague him forty Years Had not a blunt Address been much more fit And at that Juncture better shew'd his Wit Madam tho' 't is a Truth that 's something ' bold We here are by our Parents bought and Sold Tho' they are 〈◊〉 pray let not us be Mad But make the best of what will else be Bad They 've yoak't us let us go an equal Pace 'T is walking Hand in Hand that wins this Race Tho' yet of Love we may but little know If after Marriage we can Loving grow We shall be the first Pair that e'er did so But to return the Fop's Oration 'ore To many a Meaner Drab addrest before He little thinks what Torment will succeed That he so soon shall be a Slave indeed That all the Joys and Innocence of Life Fly their Invet'rate Opposite a Wife That Friendship Wine and Wit like Truth to Sin All hurry out as Marriage enters in Well but the Lady proud of the Applause Her Mouth into a squeamish Posture draws And cries Ah Sir y 'ave learnt the Courtier 's Art To speak fine Words but distant from your Heart These Compliments were better said before Some Fairer Object that cou'd charm you more O Madam He Replies you are unjust Can you inevitable Charms distrust With Eyes that Languish and with Conquer'd Hearts We own your Pow'r your Raptures Flames and Darts Charm more than You O touch not that extreme What Goddess does her own Divinity Blaspheme Thus does the