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CANTO I.] A Persian emp'ror whipp'd his grannum, The sea, his mother Venus came on; And hence some rev'rend men approve Of rosemary in making love. As skilful coopers hoop their tubs With Lydian and with Phrygian dubs, Why may not whipping have as good A grace, perform'd in time and mood, With comely movement, and by art, Raise passion in a lady's heart? It is an easier way to make Love by, than that which many take. Who would not rather suffer whipping, Than swallow toasts of bits of ribbon? Make wicked verses, treats, and faces. And spell names over with beer-glasses? Be under vows to hang and die Love's sacrifice, and all a lie? With China-oranges and tarts, And whining-plays, lay baits for hearts? Bribe chambermaids with love and money, To break no roguish jests upon ye; For lilies limn'd on cheeks, and roses. With painted perfumes, hazard noses?