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1. We hear you are To marry an old citizen. 2. Then surely You were not deaf. !. And do you mean his age, Which hath seen all the kingdom bury'd thrice; To whom the heat of August is December ; Who, were he but in Italy, would save The charge of marble vaults, and cool the air Better than ventiducts : shall he freeze between Your melting arms ? do but confider, he But marries you as he would do his furrs, To keep him warm? 1. But he is rich, fir. 2. Then In wedding him you wed more infirmities Than ever Galen wrote of; he has pains That put the doctors to new experiments : Half his diseases in the city bill Kill hundreds weekly. A lone hospital Were but enough for him. Besides, He has a cough that nightly drowns the Bellman ; Calls up his family; all his neighbours rise And go by it, as by the chimes and clock, Not four loam walls, nor faw-dust put between, Can dead it. 2. Yet he is still rich. 1. If this Cannot affright you, but that you will needs Be blind to wholesome council, and will marry One, who by the course of nature, ought t'have been Rotten before the queen's time, and in justice Should now have been some threescore years a ghoft, Let pity move you.
Main's Ciry March. I'd rather Lie with an ancient tomb, or embrace An ancestor than you. Do you think I'll come Between your winding theets ? for what? to hear you Depart all night, and fetch your last groan ? and In the morning find a deluge on the floor, Your entrails Hoating, and half my husband spit Upon the arras? 2. I am married.]. Then
For your abilities, should twelve good women
Main's City Match.
Orgula. Hr P O CRI I E. At length they chaunst to meet upon the way
An aged fire, in long black weeds yclad; His feet all bare, his beard all hoary gray,
And by his belt his book he hanging had ;
Sober he seem'd, and very fagely sad ;
Simple in Shew, and void of malice bad ;
Spenser's Fairy Queen. No man's condition is fo base as his ; None more accurs'd than he : for man esteems Him hateful, 'cause he seems not what he is : God hates him, 'cause he is not what he seems. What grief is absent, or what mifchief can Be added to the hate of God and man!
I D L E N E S S.
Was sluggish idleness, the nurse of fin;
That much was worn, but therein little read :
Still drown'd in Deep, and most of his days dead ;
Scarce could he once uphold his heavy head, To looken whether it were night or day.
May seem the wain was very evil led, When such an one had guiding of the way, That knew not, whether right he went, or else aftray.. From worldly cares himself he did esloin,
And greatly shunned manly exercise ; For ev'ry work he challenged effoin,
For contemplation fake : yet otherwise,
His life he led in lawless riotise ;
For in his lustless limbs through evil guise
Spenser's Fairy Queen. Who doth to sloth his younger days engage,
For fond delight, he clips the wings of fame ; For Noth, the canker worm of honour's badge,
Fame's feather’d wings doth fret; burying the name
Of virtues worth in dust of dunghill shame,
Mirror for Magiftrates.
Those wounds heal ill, that men do give themselves :
Shakespear's Troilus and Crellida.
What is a man,
Shakespear's Hamlet. If you
will needs say, I am an old man,
Shakespear's Second Part of Henry IV.
Chapman's Cæfar and Pompeg. See the issue of
your Of Noth comes pleasure, of pleasure comes riot, Of riot comes whoring, of whoring comes spending, Of spending comes want, of want comes theft, And of theft comes hanging.
Chapman, Johnson and Marston's Eastrvard Hoe. When that he dies, that liv'd a shade, His sleep's continu'd then, not made.
Killegrer's Conspiracy. If we should do nothing, Of that muft neceffary come ill : I'll Prove it too; of doing nothing comes idleness, Of, idleness comes no goodness, of no Goodness neceffary comes ill: Therefore VOL. II.
If we do nothing, of necessity
Alexander Brome's Cunning Lovers,