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But when inflam'd with every charming face,
Her lewdness still maintain'd an equal pace.
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Chryses, as fame had told her, pray'd in vain,
Nor could by gifts his captive girl obtain;
Mournful Briseis, thy complaints she heard,
And how his lust the tedious war deferr'd.
This tamely heard, but with resentment view'd
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The victor by his beauteous slave subdu'd;
With rage she saw her own neglected charms,
And took Aegisthus to her injur'd arms.
To lust and shame by his example led,
Who durst so openly profane her bed.
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What you conceal, her more observing eye
Perhaps betrays: with oaths the fact deny,
And boldly give her jealousy the lie.
Not too submissive seem, nor over kind;
These are the symptoms of a guilty mind:
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But no caresses, no endearments spare;
Enjoyment pacifies the angry fair.
There are, that strong provoking potions praise,
