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And to those dainty limbs which nature lent
For gentle usage, and soft delicacy?
But you invert the covenants of her trust,
And harshly deal, like an ill borrower,
With that which you receiv'd on other terms;
Scorning the unexempt condition.

By which all mortal frailty must subsist,
Refreshment after toil, ease after pain,

That have been tir'd all day without repast, And timely rest have wanted; but, fair Virgin, This will restore all soon.

LAD. "Twill not, false traitor,

"Twill not restore the truth and honesty




That thou hast banish'd from thy tongue with lies. Was this the cottage, and the safe abode

Thou toldst me of? What grim aspects are these,
These ugly-headed monsters? Mercy guard me!
Hence with thy brew'd inchantments, foul de-

Hast thou betray'd my credulous innocence
With visor'd falsehood and base forgery?
And would'st thou seek again to trap me here
With liquorish baits fit to ensnare a brute?
Were it a draft for Juno when she banquets,
I would not taste thy treasonous offer; none
But such as are good men can give good things,
And that which is not good, is not delicious

To a well-govern'd and wise appetite.

COM. O foolishness of men! that lend their




To those budge doctors of the Stoic fur,
And fetch their precepts from the Cynic tub,
Praising the lean and sallow Abstinence.
Wherefore did Nature pour her bounties forth, 710
With such a full and unwithdrawing hand,
Covering the earth with odours, fruits, and flocks,
Thronging the seas with spawn innumerable,
But all to please, and sate the curious taste?
And set to work millions of spinning worms,
That in their green shops weave the smooth-hair'd


To deck her sons; and that no corner might
Be vacant of her plenty, in her own loins [gems,
She hutch'd th' all worshipp'd ore, and precious
To store her children with: if all the world
Should in a pet of temp'rance feed on pulse,
Drink the clear stream, and nothing wear but


'In the stede

With Pres

707 budge] Skelton's Magnificence, 4to. p. 13. of a budge furre.' Rump Songs (1662) p. 211. byterian budge.' Rowland's Satires, Sat. 2. p. C. 3. 'His Jacket fac'd with moth eaten budge.' Bugg, Buge, Budge, is lamb's fur.-Budge Batchlors, a company of poor old men clothed in long gowns lined with lamb's fur, who attend on the Lord Mayor the first day he enters on his office. Cullum's H. of Haustead, p. 11.

707 fur] Shirley's Triumph of Peace, p. 2. 'a grim philosophical-fac'd fellow in his gowne furr'd.' Brome's Love-sick Court, p. 141. He clothes his words in furrs and hoods.' P. Plowman, p. 35. 'That Physicke shall his furr'd hood for his fode sell.' And Censura Literaria, vol. vii. p. 18. 710 Nature] Heywood's Golden Age, p. 56. 4to. 1611.

Th' All-giver would be unthank'd, would be unprais'd,

Not half his riches known, and yet despis'd;
And we should serve him as a grudging master,
As a penurious niggard of his wealth;
And live like Nature's bastards, not her sons,
Who would be quite surcharg'd with her own

And strangled with her waste fertility;


Th' earth cumber'd, and the wing'd air dark'd with



The herds would over-multitude their lords,
The sea o'erfraught would swell, and th' unsought

Would so emblaze the forehead of the deep,
And so bestud with stars, that they below
Would grow inur'd to light, and come at last
To gaze upon the sun with shameless brows.
List, Lady, be not coy, and be not cozen'd
With that same vaunted name Virginity.
Beauty is Nature's coin, must not be hoarded,
But must be current, and the good thereof
Consists in mutual and partaken bliss,
Unsavoury in th' enjoyment of itself;
If you let slip time, like a neglected rose
It withers on the stalk with languish'd head.
Beauty is nature's brag, and must be shown
In courts, at feasts, and high solemnities,

730 air] See Drayton's Polyolbion, Song 25. p. 1156.
732 The sea] See Benlowes's Theophila, st. xvii. p. 97.




Where most may wonder at the workmanship; It is for homely features to keep home,


They had their name thence; coarse complexions,
And cheeks of sorry grain, will serve to ply
The sampler, and to tease the huswife's wool.
What need a vermeil-tinctur'd lip for that,
Love-darting eyes, or tresses like the morn?
There was another meaning in these gifts,
Think what, and be advis'd, you are but young yet.
LAD. I had not thought to have unlockt my
In this unhallow'd air, but that this juggler [lips


748 homely The same turn of expression in the opening of the Two Gent. of Verona:

'Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits.' Newton. Middleton's Mich. Terme, p. 14,

'Let coarser beauties work within,

Whom the light mocks; thou art fair and fresh.'

748 keep home] so Plauti Menochm. act. 1. sc. i. 29. 'Domi domitus fui.'

751 tease] Juv. Sat. vi. 289. Vellere Tusco vexata duræque manus.' Fleming's Virgil, p. 14. Wenches toozing wool. Shakespeare's Poems, p. 200, 'teasing wool.'

752 vermeil-tinctur'd] Lucr. ii. 500. 'Concharum tincta colore.' Benlowes's Theophila, p. 2. 'Crouch low! Oh. vermeil tinctur'd cheek! -The last mention of this 'word' vermeil, as applied to the cheek, I know, is in Fielding's Love in Several Masques, act i. sc. 5. Lord Formal says, 'It has exagitated my complexion to that exorbitancy of vermeille,' &c.

753 tresses] Hom. Od. v. 390. Nonni Dionysiaca, xi. 388. Evoμnpiyyos "Ilous. Stanley's Poems, p. 47.

'She whose loosely flowing hair

Scatter'd like the beams o' the morn.'



Would think to charm my judgment, as mine eyes,
Obtruding false rules prank'd in reason's garb.
I hate when vice can bolt her arguments,
And virtue has no tongue to check her pride.
Impostor, do not charge most innocent Nature,
As if she would her children should be riotous
With her abundance; she, good cateress,
Means her provision only to the good,
That live according to her sober laws,
And holy dictate of spare temperance:
If every just man, that now pines with want,
Had but a moderate and beseeming share
Of that which lewdly-pamper'd luxury
Now heaps upon some few with vast excess,
Nature's full blessings would be well dispens'd
In unsuperfluous even proportion,




And she no wit incumber'd with her store ;
And then the giver would be better thank'd,
His praise due paid; for swinish gluttony
Ne'er looks to heav'n amidst his gorgeous feast,
But with besotted base ingratitude
Crams, and blasphemes his feeder. Shall I go on?
Or have I said enough? To him that dares
Arm his profane tongue with contemptuous words
Against the sun-clad pow'r of Chastity,
Fain would I something say, yet to what end?
Thou hast not ear, nor soul to apprehend
The sbúlime notion, and high mystery,
That must be utter'd to unfold the sage
And serious doctrine of Virginity,


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