"But thou, my Dear, hast found the only Art, / At once to Conquer and Enjoy my Heart"
— Ames, Richard (bap. 1664?, d. 1692)
Place of Publication
London
Publisher
Printed for E. Hawkins
Date
1693
Metaphor
"But thou, my Dear, hast found the only Art, / At once to Conquer and Enjoy my Heart"
Metaphor in Context
If Appetite to change, or some Disgust,
Adds a New Fuel to her private Lust;
It is resolv'd, nor shall thy Fate, O Man!
Resist her Vow; for do what e're thou can,
No Bolts, Bars, Locks, can Fetter Inclination,
Thou art a Cuckold by Predestination.
(Hard Fate of Custom, that the Faults of VVife,
Should thus disgrace the Husband during Life,)
Either, of Credit Negligent, she cares
Not who her Loose Intrigues both sees and hears;
Tho at Noon-day to'r House the Heroes rush,
For she has long time since forgot to Blush;
Or else by 'pointment in a Dark Alcove,
Design'd for all the stolen Sweets of Love;
Meets her Gallant, and opening all her Charms,
Flies eagerly to his desired Arms:
My Dear, my Love, my Life, my Soul, she cries,
(Still mingling every Period with a Kiss.)
How blest am I! methinks in Thee I find
All that was made to pleasure Woman-kind.
Lord! what a Nauseous thing my Husband's grown:
Now than art here, I fancy I have none:
Thank Fate who this kind meeting did allow,
VVe'll drink the Cuckold's Health before we go;
Faith 'tis an honest dull performing Tool,
By Nature fram'd to be a Womans Fool:
But thou, my Dear, hast found the only Art,
At once to Conquer and Enjoy my Heart:
Then smiles: Mean while the Gallant strives to prove
His Vigour in the brisk Assaults of Love.
Nor is she idle, for some Learned Pen
Assures us, that in those Affairs--
Women are much more active than the Men.
The little God allows the finisht Bliss,
A Parting Bottle, and a Parting Kiss;
And when to meet again, for that's the Text,
Each Visit proves but Prologue to the next;
If envious Fate unluckily deny
Th'appointed meeting, Fancy must supply,
Deluded Pleasure, she with Art refines,
(A secret still unknown to Vulgar Minds,)
And when the Wretch whom Law does Husband name,
Attempts to quench her everlasting Flame,
Ev'n in the Act of the most kind Embrace,
When Arms, Legs, Thighs are joyn'd, and Face to Face,
As the forc'd Pulse beats to the coming Joy,
She shuts her Eyes lest that loath'd Surfeit cloy.
And thus by strong Imagination she,
Her absent Gallant hugs in Effigie,
And fancy's her dear Cuckold Spouse is he;
While poor Cornuto humbly drudges on,
Till blest (with what he ne're begat) a Son;
Then at the Christning, to compleat the Jest,
The modest Gallant's chosen from the rest
For Godfather, pleased with the double Joy.
Of Getting and to Name the little Boy.
Adds a New Fuel to her private Lust;
It is resolv'd, nor shall thy Fate, O Man!
Resist her Vow; for do what e're thou can,
No Bolts, Bars, Locks, can Fetter Inclination,
Thou art a Cuckold by Predestination.
(Hard Fate of Custom, that the Faults of VVife,
Should thus disgrace the Husband during Life,)
Either, of Credit Negligent, she cares
Not who her Loose Intrigues both sees and hears;
Tho at Noon-day to'r House the Heroes rush,
For she has long time since forgot to Blush;
Or else by 'pointment in a Dark Alcove,
Design'd for all the stolen Sweets of Love;
Meets her Gallant, and opening all her Charms,
Flies eagerly to his desired Arms:
My Dear, my Love, my Life, my Soul, she cries,
(Still mingling every Period with a Kiss.)
How blest am I! methinks in Thee I find
All that was made to pleasure Woman-kind.
Lord! what a Nauseous thing my Husband's grown:
Now than art here, I fancy I have none:
Thank Fate who this kind meeting did allow,
VVe'll drink the Cuckold's Health before we go;
Faith 'tis an honest dull performing Tool,
By Nature fram'd to be a Womans Fool:
But thou, my Dear, hast found the only Art,
At once to Conquer and Enjoy my Heart:
Then smiles: Mean while the Gallant strives to prove
His Vigour in the brisk Assaults of Love.
Nor is she idle, for some Learned Pen
Assures us, that in those Affairs--
Women are much more active than the Men.
The little God allows the finisht Bliss,
A Parting Bottle, and a Parting Kiss;
And when to meet again, for that's the Text,
Each Visit proves but Prologue to the next;
If envious Fate unluckily deny
Th'appointed meeting, Fancy must supply,
Deluded Pleasure, she with Art refines,
(A secret still unknown to Vulgar Minds,)
And when the Wretch whom Law does Husband name,
Attempts to quench her everlasting Flame,
Ev'n in the Act of the most kind Embrace,
When Arms, Legs, Thighs are joyn'd, and Face to Face,
As the forc'd Pulse beats to the coming Joy,
She shuts her Eyes lest that loath'd Surfeit cloy.
And thus by strong Imagination she,
Her absent Gallant hugs in Effigie,
And fancy's her dear Cuckold Spouse is he;
While poor Cornuto humbly drudges on,
Till blest (with what he ne're begat) a Son;
Then at the Christning, to compleat the Jest,
The modest Gallant's chosen from the rest
For Godfather, pleased with the double Joy.
Of Getting and to Name the little Boy.
Categories
Provenance
Searching "conque" and "heart" in HDIS (Poetry)
Citation
The Folly of Love. A New Satyr Against Woman. The Second Edition, Corrected and Enlarged. To Which Is Now Added the Bachelors Lettany, by the Same Hand. (London: Printed for E. Hawkins, 1693). <Link to LION>
Date of Entry
02/06/2005
