h pull.
Only a woman gets spoils from a man,
Farms out herself on nights for what she can; 30
And lets[192] what both delight, what both desire,
Making her joy according to her hire.
The sport being such, as both alike sweet try it,
Why should one sell it and the other buy it?
Why should I lose, and thou gain by the pleasure,
Which man and woman reap in equal measure?
Knights of the post[193] of perjuries make sale,
The unjust judge for bribes becomes a stale.
'Tis shame sold tongues the guilty should defend,
Or great wealth from a judgment-seat ascend. 40
'Tis shame to grow rich by bed-merchandise,[194]
Or prostitute thy beauty for bad price.
Thanks worthily are due for things unbought;
For beds ill-hired we are indebted nought.
The hirer payeth all; his rent discharged,
From further duty he rests then enlarged.
Fair dames forbear rewards for nights to crave:
Ill-gotten goods good end will never have.
The Sabine gauntlets were too dearly won,
That unto death did press the holy nun. 50
The son slew her, that forth to meet him went,
And a rich necklace caused that punishment.
Yet think no scorn to ask a wealthy churl;
He wants no gifts into thy lap to hurl.
Take clustered grapes from an o'er-laden vine,
May[195] bounteous love[196] Alcinous' fruit resign.
Let poor men show their service, faith and care;
All for their mistress, what they have, prepare.
In verse to praise kind wenches 'tis my part,
And whom I like eternise by mine art. 60
Garments do wear, jewels and gold do waste,
The fame that verse gives doth for ever last.
To give I love, but to be asked disdain;
Leave asking, and I'll give what I refrain.
FOOTNOTES:
[187] Not in Isham copy or ed. A.
[188] "Simplex."
[189] Sans.
[190] "Nec _Venus_ apta," &c.
[191] Old eds. "to."
[192] "Vendit."
[193] "Non bene conducti testes."
[194] So ed. B.--ed. C "bad merchandise."
[195] Old eds. "many."
[196] The original has "ager."
ELEGIA XI.[197]
Napen alloquitur, ut paratas tabellas ad Corinnam perferat.
In skilful gathering ruffled hairs in order,
Nape, free-born, whose cunning hath no border,[198]
Thy service for night's scapes is known commodious,
And to give signs dull wi
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