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If hereto ore you found Grace in my Eyes,

Be thankful for it, and let that suffice;

But Women, Beggars like, still haunt the Door,

Where they’ve receiv’d a Charity before.

O ! happy Sultan f whom we barb’rous call, 1

How much refin’d art thou above us all ? f

Who envies not the Joys of thy Seraigl? '

Thee, like some God, the trembling Croud adore,Each Man’s thy Slave, and Woman kind thy Whore.Methinks I fee thee udderneath the ShadeOf golden Canopy supinely laid jThy crouding Slaves all silent as the Night,

But at thy Nod, all active as the Light:

Secure in solid Sloth, thou there dost reign,

And feel’st the joys of Love without the Pain.

Each Female courts thee with a wilhing Eye,

While thou with awful Pride walk’st careless by,

Till thy kind Pledge at last marks out the DameThou fanciest most, to quench thy present Flame :

Then from thy Bed submissive (he retires,

And, thankful for the Grace, no more requires.

No loud Reproach, nor fond unwelcome SoundOf Women’s Tongues thy sacred Ear does wound 3If any do, a nimble Mute strait tiesThe True-love Knot, and stops her foolish Cries.

Thou sea,'st no injur’d Kinsman's, threat’ningBlade,

Nor Midnight Ambussies by Rivals laid ;

While here, with aching Hearts our Joys we taste,Disturb’d by Swords, like Democles'% Feast.

The four following Epistles from B. to E. are sup-posed• to be written from the Lord Buckhurst, after-wards Earl of Dorset, to Mr, Etherege, afterwardsSir George Etherege.

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