T. R. Smith, comp. Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse. 1921–22.
An Epilogue
By John Crowne (1640?1712)(From The Destruction of Jerusalem) HOW! is the gallant British nation here? | |
Nay then in spite of Titus I’ll appear, | |
And make this brave assembly judge my cause; | |
Would you forsake your loves for fear of laws? | |
You are as brave, where love is in the case, | 5 |
Men fear no danger, women no disgrace. | |
A confidant is out of fashion grown, | |
Or any common friend will serve for one. | |
Who, madam, pays your eyes their tribute due? | |
—’Tis my Lord such a one:—and, is he true?— | 10 |
—Oh! very true, and worthy my esteem.— | |
—And, madam, had you pretty Miss by him?— | |
—Yes, madam;—oh! we lead a pleasant life, | |
Lord how we laugh at his poor nauseous wife!— | |
—I thought you were adored by such a one:— | 15 |
—I loved him first, but that intrigue is done.— | |
—Why did you part?—He was a younger brother; | |
Besides, we grew weary of each other. | |
Thus brave are you, nor can you well forbear; | |
Your women charming, men most gallant are. | 20 |
With this small beauty I might servants have, | |
Now I am free; but I your pardon crave, | |
I never more will any friendships make, | |
For my unkind, unconstant lover’s sake. | |
No!—you love as Gauls do in the field, | 25 |
Charge fierce, subdue, but soon your conquests yield; | |
Never keep long the beauties which you take, | |
But first dismantle them, then give them back. | |
Then to all new intrigues a long farewell; | |
But woman-like though I dissemble well, | 30 |
I love to talk of my false lover oft; | |
And if the passions I have sighed be soft, | |
And such as may unhappy beauties please, | |
All you forsaken slighted mistresses, | |
In mind, to hear your own complainings come; | 35 |
’Tis better than to mope alone at home, | |
Or in the rooms, where first your hearts were won, | |
Or private lodgings, where you were—undone. | |
Come, all of you! But if the half resort, | |
Queen Berenice will have a crowded court. | 40 |