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SUCH merit had the prince’s folly got,
‘In petto’, Vulcan’s brother was his lot;
The distance thence is little to the HAT:
The honour much the same of this or that.

SO far ’twas passing well, but, in the intrigue;
The cruel Parcae now appeared to league;
And soon the lovers, on possession bent,
To black Cocytus’ shores the monarch sent;
Too much of certain potions forced to drink,
He quickly viewed the dreary, horrid brink;
While pleasing the objects Gyges’ eyes beheld;
And in the palace presently he dwelled,
For, whether love or rage the widow fired,
Her throne and hand she gave, as was required.

T’ EXTEND this tale was never my design;
Though known full well, I do not now repine;
The case so thoroughly my purpose served.
Ne’er from the narrative the object swerved;
And scarcely can I fancy, better light
The DOCTOR will afford to what I write.
The scenes that follow I from Rome have drawn;
Not Rome of old, ere manners had their dawn,
When customs were unpleasant and severe
The females, silly, and gallants in fear;
But Rome of modern days, delightful spot!
Where better tastes have into fashion got,
And pleasure solely occupies the mind
To rapture ev’ry bosom seems resigned.
A tempting journey truly it appears,
For youths from twenty on to thirty years.

NOT long ago, then, in the city dwelled,
A master, who in teaching law excelled;
In other matters he, howe’er, was thought
A man that jollity and laughter sought.
He criticised whatever passed around,
And oft, at others’ cost, diversion found.

IT happened that our learned doctor had,
Among his many pupils (good and bad)
A Frenchman, less designed to study laws,
Than, in amours, perhaps, to gain applause.
One day, observing him with clouded mien,
My friend, said he, you surely have the spleen,
And, out of college, nothing seem to do;
No law books read:–some object I’d pursue;
A handsome Frenchman should his hours improve;
Seek soft intrigues, or as a lover move;
Talents you have, and gay coquettes are here
Not one, thank heav’n, but numbers oft appear.

THE student answered, I am new at Rome,
And, save the belles who sell their beauteous bloom,
I can’t perceive, gallants much business find,
Each house, like monasteries, is designed,
With double doors, and bolts, and matrons sour,
And husbands Argus-eyed, who’d you devour.
Where can I go to follow up your plan,
And hope, in spots like these, a flame to fan?
‘Twere not less difficult to reach the moon,
And with my teeth I’d bite it just as soon.

HA! HA! replied the doctor with delight,
The honour which you do us is not slight;
I pity men quite fresh and raw like you;
Our town, I see, you’ve hardly travelled through,
You fancy then, such wily snares are set,
‘Tis difficult intrigues in Rome to get.
I’d have you know, we’ve creatures who devise,
To horn their husbands under Argus’ eyes.
‘Tis very common; only try around,
And soon you’ll find, that sly amours abound.
Within the neighb’ring church go take your place,
And, to the dames who pass in search of grace,
Present your fingers dipt in water blessed:–
A sign for those who wish to be caressed.
In case the suppliant’s air some lady please,
Who knows her trade, and how to act at ease,
She’ll send a message, something to desire:
You’ll soon be found, wherever you retire,
Though lodged so secretly, that God alone,
Till then, your place of residence had known.
An aged female will on you attend,
Who, used to this, will full assistance lend,
Arrange an interview with wily art;
No trouble take, you’ll have an easy part;
No trouble did I say? why, that’s too much;
Some things I would except, their pow’r is such;
And proper ’tis, my friend, that I should hint,
Attentions you at Rome should well imprint,
And be discrete; in France you favours boast:
Of ev’ry moment here you make the most;
The Romans to the greatest lengths proceed.