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Costly apparel let the fair one fly, Enrich'd with gold, or with the Tyrian dye, 13 What folly must in such expense appear, When more becoming colors are less dear! One with a die is ting'd of lovely blue, Such as through air serene the sky we view, With yellow lustre see another spread, As if the golden fleece compos'd the thread. Of myrtle-berries, one, the tincture shows, In this, of amethysts, the purple glows, And that more imitates the paler rose. Nor Thracian cranes forget, whose silv'ry plumes Give patterns which employ the mimic looms.
Nor almond nor the chesnut dye disclaim, Nor others which from wax derive their name. As fields you find, with various flowers o'erspread, When vineyards bud, and winter's frost is fled; So various are the colours you may try, Of which the thirsty wool imbibes the dye. Try ev'ry one; what best becomes you wear, For no complexion all alike can bear.
If fair the skin, black may become it best, In black the lovely fair Briseis dress'd; If brown the nymph, let her be cloth'd in white, Andromeda so charm'd the wond'ring sight. I need not warn you of too powerful smells, Which sometimes health or kindly heat expels; Nor from your tender legs to pluck with care The casual growth of all unseemly hair.
Tho' not to nymphs of Caucasus I sing, Nor such who taste remote the Mysian spring, Yet let me warn you that thro' no neglect You let your teeth disclose the least defect. You know the use of white to make you fair, And how with red lost colour to repair; Imperfect eyebrows you by art can mend, And skin, when wanting, o'er a scar extend; Nor need the fair one be asham'd, who tries By art to add new lustre to her eyes.
A little book I've made, but with great care, How to preserve the face, and how repair. In that, the nymphs by time or chance annoy'd, May see what pains to please 'em I've employ'd, But still beware that from your lover's eye You keep conceal'd the med'cines you apply: Tho' art assists, yet must that art be hid, Lest whom it would invite it should forbid. Who would not take offence to see a face All daub'd and dripping with the melted grease?
And tho' your unguents bear th' Athenian name, The wool's unsav'ry scent is still the same. Marrow of stags, nor your pomatums try, Nor clean your furry teeth when men are by; For many things, when done, afford delight, Which yet, while doing, may offend the sight. E'en Myro's statues, which for art surpass All others, once were but a shapeless mass; Rude was that gold which now in rings is worn, As once the robe you wear was wool unshorn; Think, how that stone rough in the quarry grew, Which now a perfect Venus shews to view.
For many things when most conceal'd are best, And few of strict enquiry bear the test. Those figures which in theatres are seen, Gilded without, are common wood within. But no spectators are allow'd to pry Till all is finished which allures the eye. Yet, I must own, it oft affords delight To have the fair one comb her hair in sight; To view the flowing honours of her head Fall on her neck, and o'er her shoulders spread.
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But let her look that she with care avoid All fretful humours while she's so employ'd; Let her not still undo, with peevish haste, All that her woman does, who does her best. I hate a vixen that her maid assails, And scratches with her bodkin or her nails; While the poor girl in blood and tears must mourn, And her heart curses what her hands adorn, Let her who has no hair, or has but some, Plant sentinels before her dressing-room; Or in the fane of the good goddess dress, Where all the male kind are debarr'd access.
But on our foes fall ev'ry such disgrace, Or barb'rous beauties of the Parthian race. Ungraceful 'tis to see without a horn The lofty hart whom branches best adorn, A leafless tree, or an unverdant mead, And as ungraceful is a hairless head. But think not these instructions are design'd For first-rate beauties of the finish'd kind; Not to a Semele, or a Leda bright, 16 Nor an Europa, these my rules I write; 17 Nor the fair Helen 18 do I teach, whose charms Stirr'd up Atrides and all Greece to arms; Thee to regain well was that war begun, And Paris well defended what he won: What lover or what husband would not fight In such a cause, where both are in the right?
The crowd I teach, some homely and some fair, But of the former sort the larger share.
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The handsome least require the help of art, Rich in themselves, and pleas'd with nature's part. When calm the sea, at ease the pilot lies, But all his skill exerts when storms arise. Faults in your person or your face correct; And few are seen that have not some defect. The nymph too short her seat should seldom quit, Lest when she stands she may be thought to sit; And when extended on her couch she lies, Let length of petticoats conceal her size.
The lean of thick wrought stuff her clothes should choose, And fuller made than what the plumper use. If pale, let her the crimson juice apply; If swarthy, to the Pharian varnish fly. A leg too lank tight garters still must wear, Nor should an ill-shap'd foot be ever bare. Round shoulders, bolster'd, 19 will appear the least; And lacing straight confines too full a breast.
Whose fingers are too fat, and nails too coarse, Should always shun much gesture in discourse; And you whose breath is touch'd, this caution take, Nor fasting, nor too near another, speak. Let not the nymph with laughter much abound, Whose teeth are black, uneven, or unsound. You'd hardly think how much on this depends, And how a laugh or spoils a face or mends.
Gape not too wide, lest you disclose your gums, And lose the dimple which the cheek becomes. Nor let your sides too long concussions shake, Lest you the softness of the sex forsake: In some, distortions quite the face disguise; Another laughs, that you would think she cries. In one, too hoarse a voice we hear betray'd; Another's is as harsh as if she bray'd. What cannot art attain! Many, with ease, Have learn'd to weep, both when and how they please.
Others thro' affectation lisp; and find In imperfection charms to catch mankind. Neglect no means which may promote your end; Now learn what way of walking recommends. Too masculine a motion shocks the sight; But female grace allures with strange delight. One has an artful swing and jut behind, Which helps her coats to catch the swelling wind; Swell'd with the wanton wind, they loosely flow, And ev'ry step and graceful motion show. Another, like an Umbrian's sturdy spouse, Strides all the space her petticoats allows. Between extremes, in this, a mean adjust, Nor show too nice a gait, nor too robust.
If snowy white your neck, you still should wear That, and the shoulder of the left arm bare; Such sights ne'er fail to fire my am'rous heart, And make me pant to kiss the naked part. Sirens, tho' monsters of the stormy main, 20 Can ships, when under sail, with songs detain: Scarce could Ulysses by his friends be bound, When first he listen'd to the charming sound, Singing insinuates, learn all ye maids; Oft when a face forbids, a voice persuades. Whether on theatres loud strains we hear, Or in Ruelles some soft Egyptian air. The rocks were stirr'd, the beasts to listen staid When on his lyre melodious Orpheus play'd, Even Cerberus and hell that sound obey'd, And stones officious were thy walls to raise.
Then mighty Maro's work with care peruse; Of all the Latians boards the noblest muse, Even I, 'tis possible, in after-days, May 'scape oblivion, and be nam'd with these. My labour'd lines, some readers may approve, Since I've instructed either sex in love. Whatever book you read of this soft art, Read with a lover's voice and lover's heart. Tender epistles too, by me are fram'd, A work before unthought of, and unnam'd.
Such was your sacred will, 0, tuneful nine! Such thine Apollo, and Lycreus, thine! Still unaccomplish'd may the maid be thought, Who gracefully to dance was never taught: That active dancing may to love engage, Witness the well-kept dancers of the stage. Learn ev'ry game, you'll find it prove of use; Parties begun at play may love produce: But easier 'tis to learn how bets to lay, Than how to keep your temper while you play. Unguarded then, each breast is open laid, And while the head's intent, the heart's betray'd.
Then base desire of gain, then rage appears, Quarrels and brawls arise, and anxious fears; Then clamours and revilings reach the sky, While losing gamsters all the gods defy. They grieve, and curse, and storm, nay weep at last.
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Good Jove avert such shameful faults as these, From ev'ry nymph whose heart's inclin'd to please Soft recreations fit the female kind; Nature, for men, has rougher sports design'd: To wield the sword and hurl the pointed spear; To stop or turn the steed in full career. Tho' martial fields ill suit your tender frames, Nor may you swim in Tiber 's rapid streams; Yet when Sol's burning wheels from Leo drive, 32 And at the glowing Virgin's sign arrive, 'Tis both allow'd and fit you should repair, To pleasant walks, and breathe refreshing air. To Pompey's gardens, 33 or the shady groves Which Caesar honours, and which Phoebus loves: Phoebus, who sunk the proud Egyptian fleet, 34 And made Augustus' victory complete.
Or seek those shades, where monuments of fame Are raised to Livia's or Octavia's name; Or where Agrippa first adorn'd the ground, When he with naval victory was crown'd.
To Isis' fine, to theatres resort; And in the circus see the noble sport. In ev'ry public place, by turns be shown; In vain you're fair while you remain unknown. Should you in singing, Thamyras transcend; 35 Your voice unheard, who will your skill commend! Had not Appelles drawn the sea-born queen, 36 Her beauties still beneath the waves had been.
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Poets inspir'd write only for a name, And think their labours well repay'd with fame. In former days, I own, the poets were Of gods and king the most peculiar care: Majestic awe was in the name allow'd, And they with rich possessions were endowed Ennius with honours was by Scipio grac'd, And next his own the poets statue plac'd. But now their ivy crowns bear no esteem, And all their learning's thought an idle dream. Still there's a pleasure that proceeds from praise: What could the high renown of Homer raise, But that he sung his Iliad's deathless lays?
A hungry wolf at all the herd will run, In hopes, through many, to make sure of one. So, let the fair the gazing crowd assail, That over one, at least, she may prevail. In ev'ry place to please, be all her thought; Where, sometimes, least we think, the fish is caught. Sometimes, all day, we hunt the tedious foil, Anon, the stag himself shall seek the toil. How could Andromeda once doubt relief, Whose charms were heighten'd and adorn'd by grief?
The widow'd fair, who sees her lord expire, While yet she weeps, may kindle new desire, And Hymen's torch relight the fun'ral fire.