The art of love in two books. Written both to men and ladies. A new poem.
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- Title
- The art of love in two books. Written both to men and ladies. A new poem.
- Author
- Hopkins, Charles, 1664?-1700?
- Publication
- London :: printed for Joseph Wild, at the Elephant at Charing-Cross,
- 1700. Where gentlemen and ladies may pick novels at 6 s. per doz. and be furnish'd with most sorts of plays.
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- Subject terms
- Love poetry -- Early works to 1800.
- Cite this Item
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"The art of love in two books. Written both to men and ladies. A new poem." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A23605.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed April 30, 2024.
Pages
Page 83
The Sex would Midas golden Wish restore,
And turn whate'er they touch to shining Oare.
As Midas did, may such fair Misers thrive;
For golden Verse is all I have to give.
The cheating Trades-Man's senseless Son swells great
With Titles puff't, supported with Estate,
Whilst his guilt Charriot thunders thro' his Gate▪
Of his new Pageantry, new Honours proud,
The lolling Brute ore-looks the nobler Crowd.
Rais'd on strong Brass, slighting the Pow'rs above,
Salmoneus like, he fancies he's some Iove;
But more, far more, he claims a right to Love.
Long, powder'd Wiggs show Swarthy S—l Fair,
Dress shall adorn the Aukward, Rustick Heir.
He who has Gold, each Charmer's heart commands,
Tho' dull as Hinds, who plow his Father's Lands;
Whilst at each word he offers shining Oare.
I must confess my boasted Art but poor.
Page 84
He, in that Word, more charming Force displays,
Than I in all my Numbers, all my Lays.
The flippant Lawyer, canting, gains Supplies,
Gets Gold by noisy bawling, lives by Lyes.
If at the thund'ring Bar he knows to plead,
His Suit goes still successful with the Maid.
The struting H—s of his Feathers proud,
Is, without fighting, constant pay allow'd,
For wearing gawdy Cloaths, and swearing loud.
But Poets with the love of Courts are Curst,
Which leaves them Poets, as it found them first;
Thought wholly for the smallest Trust unfit,
And reckon'd useless for their very Wit.
By some strange whirl of Fate confus'dly hurl'd,
At once above, and yet beneath the World.
Like the doom'd Wretch, whom in the Floods they Paint,
Exalted o're those Blessings which they want.