Kind Venus, do not hear my perjury;Kind Venus, stop thy ears when lovers lie.Now, Betty, how will you my oaths requite?Come, pr'ythee let's compound for more delight;Faith, I am easy, and but ask a night.What! start at the proposal? how! denyPretend fond fears of a discovery ?Refuse, lest some sad chance the thing betray ?Is this your kind, your damn'd obliging way ?Well, deny on; I'll lie, I'll swear no more;Corinna now shall know thou art a whore.I'll tell, since you my fair address forbid,How often, when, and where, and what we did!

Elegy IX: To Love. By the Earl of Rochester.O Love! how cold and slow to take my part,Thou idle wanderer about my heart!Why thy old faithful soldier wilt thou seeOppress'd in thy own tents? they murder me;Thy flames consume, thy arrows pierce thy friends;Rather on foes pursue more noble ends.Achilles' sword would certainly bestow