Kitap 3
And clap on all the sail the bark can bear.
Let no rude passions in your looks find place;
For fury will deform the finest face;
It swells the lips, and blackens all the veins,
While in the eye a Gorgon horror reigns.
585
While on her flute divine Minerva play'd,Minerva playing on her flute by the river side, and seeing in the water what grimaces it obliged her to make, she flung away the instrument in a passion, and cursed it so much that he who made use of it afterwards had cause to repent it.
And in a fountain saw the change it made,
Swelling her cheek: she flung it quick aside,
"Nor is thy music so much worth," she cried.
Look in your glass when you with anger glow,
590
And you'll confess, you scarce yourself can know.
Nor with excessive pride insult the sight,
For gentle looks alone to love invite.
Believe it as a truth that's daily tried,
There's nothing more detestable than pride.
595
How have I seen some airs disgust create,
"Like things which by antipathy we hate!"
Let looks with looks, and smiles with smiles be paid,
And when your lover bows incline your head.
So love preluding plays at first with hearts,
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