Kitap 2
Her maid will cry with an insulting tone,
"'What makes you saunter here? you sot, begone."
580
With moving words the cruel nymph entreat,
And place your garland on the bolted gate.
Why do I light and vulgar precepts use?
A nobler subject now inspires my muse;
Approaching joys I sing; ye youths, draw near;
585
Listen ye happy lovers and give ear;
The labor's great, and daring is my song.
Labors and great attempts to love belong.
As from the sacred oracles of Jove
Receive these grand mysterious truths in love.
590
Look down when she the ogling spark invites,
Nor touch the conscious tablets when she writes.
Appear not jealous tho' she's much from home,
Let her at pleasure go, unquestion'd come.
This crafty husbands to their wives permit,
595
And learn, when she's engag'd, to wink at it.
I own my frailties modestly confess;
And blushing, give those precepts I transgress;
