Tongu'd like the night-crow, whose ill-boding cries: T'
Give out for nothing but new injuries.
Her breath like to the juice in Tenarús, I
That blasts tlie springs, tho' ne'er so prosperous: 20
Her hands, I know not how, us'd more to spill
The food of others than herself to fill.

But, oh! her mind, that Orcus, which includes, | Legions of mischief, countless multitudes: pilde soi

Of former curses, projects unmade-up,
Abuses yet unfashion'd, thoughts corrupt,
Mishapen cavils, palpable untruths...?
Inevitable errors, self-accusing loaths:)
These like those atoms swarming in the sun,'
Throng in her bosoin for creation.

30 I blush to give her half her due; yet say liv oppg No poison 's half so bad as Julia.


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I sing no harm, good soóth, to any ivight," **
To lord, to fool, cuckold, beggar, or knight, ?";a: St.
To peace-teaching lawyer, proctor, or brave,
Reformnd or reduc'd captain, knave,
Officer, juggler, or justice of peace,
Juror or judge ; I touch no fat sow's grease;
I ain no libel ler, nor will be any;
But (like a true man) say there are too many :



I fear not Ore'lenus, for my tale...
Nor count nor counsellor will red or pale.

A Citizen and his Wife the other day,
Both riding on one horse, upon the way
I overtook; the wench a pretty peat,
And (by her eye) well fitting for the feat:
I saw the lech’rous Citizen turn back
His head, and on his Wife's lip steal a smack;
Whence apprebending that the man was kind,
Riding before to kiss his Wife belrind,..

To get acquaintance with him I began,
And sort discourse fit for so fine a man.
I ask'd the number of the Plaugy BiH,
Ask'd if the custom-farmers held out still?
Of the Virginian plot, and whether Ward
The traffic of the midland seas had marr’d?
Whether the Britain Burse did fill apace,
And likely were to give th’ Exchange disgrace ?
of new-built Aldgate and the Moore-field crosses,
Of store of bankrupts and poor merchants' losses,
I urg'd him to speak: but he (as mute
As an old courtier worn to his last suit), ut 30
Replies with only Yeas and Nays. At last
(To fit his element) my theme I cast.
On tradesmen's gains: that set his tongue a-going.
Alas! good Sir, (quoth he), there is no doing sun
In court nor city now. She smil:d, and to
And (in my conscience) both gave him the lie

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And a: the present times with such a face
He rail'd as fry'd me; for gave no praise
To any but my Lord of Essex's days;
Cali'd those the age of action. True; (qúoth he)
There's now as great an itch of bravery,
And heat of taking up, but cold lay down,
For put to push of pay, away they run:
Our only ciiỳ trades of hope now are
Bawds, tavern-keepers, whore, and scrivener;
'The much of priviledg'd kinsmen, and the store
of fresh protections make the rest all poor :
În the first state of their creation
Tho'many stoutlý stand, yet provés not one
A righteous pay-master. Thus ran hè ori
In a continued rage: só void of reason
Seem'd his harsh talk, I swate for fear of treason,
And (troth) how could I less? when in the prayer
For the protection of ihe wise Lord Mayor;
And his wise brethren's worships, when one prayeth,
He swote that none could say Amen with faith.
To get him off from what I glow'd to hear,
(la happy time) an Angel did appear,
The bright sign of a lovid and well-tried inn, co
Where many citizens with their wives had been
Well us'd and often: here I pray'd him stay
To take some due refreshment by the way.
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Look how he look'd that hid his gold, his hope, *? ? 1 Å
And at his return found nothing but a rope';
So he on me: refus'd, and made away,
Tho willing she pleaded a weary day; :
I found my miss, struck bands, and pray'd him tellia
(To hold acquaintance still) where he did dwell;**
He barely nanı’d the street, promis'd the wine;
But his kind wife gave me the very sign."




To make the doubt clear, that no woman 's true, : v
Was it my fate to prove it strong in you ?
Thought I, hut one had breathed purest air,
And njust she needs be false because she's fair ?
Is it your beauty's mark, or of your youth,
Or your perfection, not to study truth?
Or think you Heav'n is deaf, or hath no eyes,
Or those it hath.smile at your perjuries ? !
Are vows so cheap with women, or the matter
Whereof illey're made, that they are writ in water,
And blown aivay with wind? or doth their breath hit A
(Both hot and cold) at once make life and death?-W
Who could have thought so many accents sweet; in ***
Form'd into words, so many sighs should meet; int
As from our hearts; so many oaths and tears *( i hii
Sprinkled among, (all sweeten'd by our fearo)

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And the divine impressiou of stoln kisses, represented
That seal'd the rest, should now prove empty blisses ?
Did you draw bonds to forfeit? sign to break?
Or must we read you quite from what you speak,
And find the truth out the wrong way? or must
He first desire you false who'ld wish you just ?
O! I prophane; tho' most of women, be
This kind of beast, my thoughts shall except thee,
My dearest Love! thu' froward jealousy
With circumstance might urge thy' inconstancy,
Sooner l’ll think the sun will cease to chear
The teeming earth, and that forget to bear;
Sooner that rivers will run back, or Thames
With ribs of ice in June will bind his streams; fri 30
Or Nature, by whose strength the world indures,
Would change her course, before you alter your's.
But, oh! that treacherous breast, to whom weak you?
Did trust our counsels, and we both may rue,
Having his falsehood found too late, ?twas he
That made me cast you guilty, and you me;
Whilst he (black wretch!) betray'd each simple word,
We spake unto the cunning of a third.
Curst may he be that so our love hath slain,
And wander on the earth wretched as Cain!

Wretched as he, and not deserve least pity;
In plaguing him let misery be witry!
Let all eyes shun him, and he shun each eye,
Till he be noisome as his ipfamy!
Donnc.]. Hi


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