Epistles, with his amours

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1725 Excerpt: ...still bleeding I'll appear. Then you will own what to such Crimes is due,' And think each Flash of Lightning aim'd at you. Your cruel Flight till the next Calm delay, Your quiet Passage will reward your Stay. I beg not for my self, but do not join The Guilt of your jiserniius' Death to mine. What has your Son, what hare your Gods deserv'd? For a worse Fate were they from Flames prescrv'd t But sure you neither sav'd them from the Fire, Nor on your Shoulders bore yonr aged Sire; But did contrive that Story, to deceive A Queen, so fond, so willing to believe. Your ready Tongue told many a pleasing Lie, Nor did it practise sirst these Cheats on me. You by like Arts did fair Cretifa gain, And then forsook her with a like Disdain. I've wept to hear you tell that Lady's Fate, My self now justly more unfortunate. 'Tis to revenge these Crimes the Gods engage, And make you wander out your wretched Age. A Ship-«,recL'u Wretch I kindly did receive, My Wealth and Crown to Hands unknown did give. Had I stopp'd there, I had been free from Shame, And had not stain'd my clear and spotless Fame. Heav'n to betray my Honour did comply, When Thunder and black Clouds sill'd all the Sky, And made us to the fatal Shelter fly. The Furies howl'd-, and dire Presages gave, And shrieking Nymphs forsook the guilty Cave. I cannot live, that Crime torments me so, Yet full of Shame to my Skbttts go. In a fair Temple built by skilful Hands, A Sacred Image of Sickens stands; With snowy Fleeces drest, and Garlands crown'd, From thence of late I've heard a dismal Sound! Four times he call'd me with a hollow Vote;' My Ioosen'd Joints still trembled at the Noise!' My dearest Lord, your Summons I obey, 'Tis Shame to meet you makes this short Delay. Yet soch a Tempter might the Crime excuse,...