Lu. What would you have me to do then, my Sophronius?

So. To leave off that Course of Life out of Hand:  Thou art but a Girl yet, and that Stain that you have contracted may be wip’d off in Time.  Either marry, and I’ll give you something toward a Portion, or go into some Cloyster, that takes in crakt Maids, or go into some strange Place and get into some honest Family, I’ll lend you my Assistance to any of these.

Lu. My Sophronius, I love thee dearly, look out for one for me, I’ll follow thy Advice.

So. But in the mean Time get away from hence.

Lu. Whoo! what so suddenly!

So. Why not to Day rather than to Morrow, if Delays are dangerous?

Lu. Whither shall I go?

So. Get all your Things together, give ’em to me in the Evening, my Servant shall carry ’em privately to a faithful Matron:  And I’ll come a little after and take you out as if it were to take a little Walk; you shall live with her some Time upon my Cost till I can provide for you, and that shall be very quickly.

Lu. Well, my Sophronius, I commit myself wholly to thy Management.

So. In Time to come you’ll be glad you have done so.

The POETICAL FEAST.

The ARGUMENT.

The Poetical Feast teaches the Studious how to banquet.  That Thriftiness with Jocoseness, Chearfulness without Obscenity, and learned Stories, ought to season their Feasts.  Iambics are bloody.  Poets are Men of no great Judgment.  The three chief Properties of a good Maid Servant.  Fidelity, Deformity, and a high Spirit.  A Place out of the Prologue of Terence’s Eunuchus is illustrated.  Also Horace’s Epode to Canidia. A Place out of Seneca.  Aliud agere, nihil agere, male agere. A Place out of the Elenchi of Aristotle is explain’d.  A Theme poetically varied, and in a different Metre.  Sentences are taken from Flowers and Trees in the Garden.  Also some Verses are compos’d in Greek.

HILARY, LEONARD, CRATO, GUESTS, MARGARET, CARINUS, EUBULUS, SBRULIUS,
PARTHENIUS, MUS, Hilary’s Servant.

Hi. Levis apparatus, animus est lautissimus.

Le. Caenam sinistro es auspicatus omine.

Hi. Imo absit omen triste.  Sed cur hoc putas?

Le. Cruenti Iambi haud congruent convivio.

Hi. I have but slender Fare, but a very liberal Mind.

Le. You have begun the Banquet with a bad Omen.

Hi. Away with bad Presages.  But why do you think so?

Le. Bloody Iambics are not fit for a Feast.

Cr. O brave!  I am sure the Muses are amongst us, Verses flow so from us, when we don’t think of ’em.

      Si rotatiles trochaeos mavelis, en, accipe: 
      Vilis apparatus heic est, animus est lautissimus.