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M DCC LXX.

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FRAGMENT

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PETRONIUS,

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PARAPHRASE D.

Fada eft in coitu, & brevis voluptas, &c.

hate Fruition - now 'tis past,

'Tis all but Naftiness at beft;

The homeliest Thing that Man can do,
Befides, 'tis fhort, and fleeting too:
A Squirt of flippery Delight,
That with a Moment takes its Flight,
A fulfom Blifs, that foon does cloy,
And makes us loath what we enjoy.
Then let us not too eager run,
By Paffion, blindly hurried on,
VOL. III.

B

Like Beafts who nothing better know,

'Than what meer Luft incites them to:

For when in Floods of Love we're drench'd,
The Flames are by Enjoyment quench'd:
But thus, let's thus together lie,
And Kifs out long Eternity:
Here we dread no confcious Spies,
No Blushes ftain our guiltless Joys:
Here no Faintnefs dulls Defires,
And Pleasure never flags, nor tires
This has pleas'd, and pleafes now,
And for Ages will do fo:
Enjoyment here, is never done,
But fresh, and always but begun.

Τὸν άργυρον τορέυσας, &c.

Make me a Bowl, a mighty Bowl,
Large as my capacious Soul,
Vaft as my Thirft is; let it have
Depth enough to be my Grave;
I mean the Grave of all my Care,
For I intend to bury't there;
Let it of Silver fashion'd be,
Worthy of Wine, worthy of me;
Worthy to adorn the Spheres,

As that bright Cup amongst the Stars: