human
} FATE GOVERNS ALL. Fate, with full sway, presides Even o'er those parts, which modest nature hides; And little, if her genial influence fail, Will vigor stead, or boundless powers avail: 45 Though Virro, gloating on your naked charms, Foam with desire, and woo you to his arms, With many a soothing, many a flattering phrase-- For your cursed pathics have such winning ways! Hear now this prodigy, this mass impure, 50 Of lust and avarice!
gpt
Let us, friend, be sure: I've given thee this, and this;--now count the sums: (He counts, and woos the while),
human
55 What!
gpt
--but you are formed for love, And worthy of the cup and couch of Jove! --Will those relieve a client!--those, who grudge A wretched pittance to the painful drudge That toils in their disease?--O mark, my friend, 60 The blooming youth, to whom we presents send, Or on the Female Calends, or the day Which gave him birth! in what a lady-way He takes our favors as he sits in state, And sees adoring crowds besiege his gate! 65 Insatiate sparrow! whom do your domains, Your numerous hills await, your numerous plains? Regions, that such a tract of land embrace, That kites are tired within the unmeasured space! For you the purple vine luxuriant glows, 70 On Trifoline's plain, and on Misenus' brows; And hollow Gaurus, from his fruitful hills, Your spacious vaults with generous nectar fills: What were it, then, a few poor roods to grant To one so worn with lechery and want? 75 Sure yonder female, with the child she bred, The dog their playmate, and their little shed, Had, with more justice, been conferred on me, Than on a cymbal-beating debauchee!
human
I'm troublesome, you say, when I apply, 80
gpt
And give! give! give! is my eternal cry. -- But house-rent due solicits to be sped, And my sole slave, importunate for bread, Follows me, clamoring in as loud a tone As Polyphemus, when his prey was flown. 85 Nor will this one suffice, the toil's so great! Another must be bought; and both must eat. What shall I say, when cold December blows, And their bare limbs shrink at the driving snows, What shall I say, their drooping hearts to cheer? 90
human
Be merry, boys, the spring will soon be here!