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BETWEEN the lovers all was blithe and gay,
When suddenly the friend, though far from day,
Was forced to rise (’twas plain a pressing case,)
And move the infant’s cradle from its place,
To ope the door, and lest he noise might make,
Or any way by chance the child should wake,
He set it carefully beside his bed,
And (softly treading) to the garden sped.

ON his return he passed the cradle by;
To place it as before he would not try,
But went to sleep; when presently a sound,
From something that had tumbled, rang around,
Awoke his wife, who ran below,
That what had happened she might clearly know.
No fool in such adventures was our Wight:
The opportunity he would not slight,
But played the husband well: no, no, I’m wrong;
He played it ill:–too oft, too much, too long;
For whosoe’er would wish to do it well,
Should softly go:–the gentle most excel.

IN truth, the wife was quite surprised to find
Her spouse so much to frolicking inclined;
Said she, what ails the man, he’s grown so gay?
A lad of twenty’s not more fond of play.
Well! let’s enjoy the moments while we can;
God’s will be done, since life is but a span!

THE words were scarcely said, when our gallant
Renewed his fun, and nothing seemed to want;
Indeed, the hostess still her charms possessed,
And, on occasion, well might be caressed.

MEANWHILE Coletta, dreading a surprise,
Prevailed upon her paramour to rise;
‘Twas nearly break of day when he withdrew,
But, groping to his place the way anew,
Pinucio, by the cradle too, was led
To miss his friend’s and take the landlord’s bed.
No sooner in than with an under voice,
(Intriguers oft too eagerly rejoice,)
Said he, my friend, I wish I could relate
The pleasure I’ve received; my bliss is great;
To you, I’m sorry, Fortune proves so cold;
Like happiness I’d fain in you behold;
Coletta is a morsel for a king;
Inestimable girl!–to me she’ll cling.
I’ve many seen, but such a charming fair,
There’s not another like her any where.

WITH softest skin, delightful form and mien;
Her ev’ry act resembles BEAUTY’s queen;
In short, before we’d ended with our fun,
Six posts (without a fiction) we had run.
The host was struck with what the spark averred,
And muttered something indistinctly heard.

THE hostess whispered HIM she thought her spouse:–
Again, my dear, such sparks let’s never house;
Pray don’t you hear how they together chat?–
Just then the husband raised himself and sat;
Is this your plan? said he with mighty rage;
Was it for THIS you would my house engage?
You understand me, but I’ll seek redress;
Think you so very cheap to have success?
What, would you ruin families at will,
And with our daughters take at ease your fill?
Away, I say! my house this moment quit;
And as for You, abominable chit,
I’ll have your life: this hour you breathe your last;
Such creatures only can with beasts be classed.

PINUCIO heard the lecture with dismay,
At once was mute, and grew as cold as clay;
A moment’s silence through the room prevailed;
Coletta trembled, and her lot bewailed.
The hostess now, on ev’ry side perceived
Her peril great, and for the error grieved.
The friend, howe’er, the cradle called to mind,
Which caused the many ills we’ve seen combined,
And instantly he cried:–Pinucio! strange
You thus allow yourself about to range;
Did I not tell you when the wine you took,
‘Twould make many sad misfortunes hook?
Whene’er you freely drink, ’tis known fall well,
Your sleep’s disturbed, you walk, and nonsense tell.
Come, come to bed: the morning soon will peep;
Pinucio took the hint, pretended sleep,
And carried on so artfully the wile,
The husband no suspicion had of guile.
The stratagem our hostess likewise tried,
And to her daughter’s bed in silence hied,
Where she conceived her fortress was so strong,
She presently began to use her tongue,
And cried aloud:–Impossible the fact;
Such things he could not with Coletta act;
I’ve with her been in bed throughout the night,
And she, no more than I, has swerved from right;
‘Twere mighty pretty, truly, here to come;
At this the host a little while was dumb;
But in a lower tone at length replied
I nought with your account I’m satisfied.

THE party rose; the titter circled round;
And each sufficient reason for it found;
The whole was secret, and whoe’er had gained,
With care upon the subject mute remained.