Yet sure I meant not long to fit about
The alhes, when the fire was quite burnt out.
Since now my goaler has my chains unty'd,

I'll hold my hands no more
Up at love's barr; he is condemn'd untry'd,

That has been burnt before.
Now that heart-sickness which she gave, protects ;
'Tis seldom that the same plague twice infects.
Breasts that have known loves cruel slavery,

Are better fortify'd
By that experience, than they e'er can be
. By reason, or by pride.
Then blush not, that you quench'd this am'rous flame,
But blush with me, if we two love again.

Sir Robert Howard. For I'm a schismatick in love;

And what makes most abhor it,
In me does more affection move,

And I love the better for it.
I
VOW,

I am so far from loving none,
That I love every one ;
If fair I must, if brown she be
She's lovely ; and for sympathy,
'Cause we're alike, I love her:
If tall, she's proper ; and if short
She's humble, and I love her fort:
Small's pretty, fat is pleasant, ev'ry fort
Some graceful good discover :
If young, she's pliant to the sport ;
And if her visage carry
Gray hairs and wrinkles, yet l'il court.
And so turn antiquary.

Alex. Brome.

INCON

IN CONTIN E N C E. The fight whereof, in his congealed flesh,

Infix'd such secret sting of greedy luft,
That the dry wither'd stock it 'gan refresh,

And kindled heat that foon in flame forth burst :
The drieft wood is foonest burnt to dust.

Spenser's Fairy Queen.
Virtue, as it never will be mov'd,
Though lewdness court it in a shape of heaven ;
So lust, though to a radiant angel link'd,
Will fate itself in a celestial bed,
And prey on garbage -

Shakespear's Hamlet. Luft takes never joy in what is due, But still leaves known delights, to seek out new.

Daniel's OEtavia to Antonius. -Take this as firmest sense, Incontinence will force a continence : Heat wasteth heat ; and light defaceth light ; Nothing is spoil'd but by his proper might.

Marston's Courtezan. Luft's voyage hath, if not this course, this.crofs ; Buy ne'er so cheap, your ware comes home with loss.

Dēkker's Second Part of the Honeft Wbore. Luft is a sprite, which, whosoe'er doth raise ; The next man that encounters boldly, lays.

Tourneur's Atheiff's. Tragedy. Luft carries her sharp whip At her own girdle.

Webster's White Devil.
Letchery scorns to be beholden too;
ForI have known what it receiv'd in a
Man's house, it hath sent home again nine months
After, and lain at his door ; and therefore
The more gentleman-like sin a great deal,
Because it takes the longer time of re-

e-payment.
Cupid's Whirligig.

Luft

Luft is like an o'er-swol’n river, that breaks
Beyond all bounds; it's a devil bred in
The blood, nurs'd in desire, and like the
Salamander, lives in continual fire :
It sprouteth larger than ivy, which embraceth,
Twisteth and entangleth ev'ry one within
It's reach ; and makes no choice between the goodliest
Cedar, and the stinking'it elder : 'Tis a foul
Ufurper on the name of love, and reigns
With greater dominion than an emp'ror :
It is a very lep'rous itch ; it stains,
And leaves a fouler spot upon the soul,
Than tears can wash away.

Cupid's Whirligig.

Luft, is a vice Sooner condemn'd than banish'd : Eas'ly spoke against, But yet 'twill fawn as smoothly on our flesh, As Cirfe on the Græcian travellers, When she detain'd them in the fhape of beasts.

Mason's Muleafjes. An old man's ven'ry is very chargeable, There is much cookery belongs to it.

Middleton's Mad World my Masters.

Uncloath me
Of fin's gay trappings, the proud livery
Of wicked pleasure, which but worn, and heated
With the fire of entertainment and consent,
Like to Alcides' fatal shirt, tears off
Oar flesh, and reputation both together ;
Leaving our ulc'sous follies bare and open
To all malicious censure.

Mafinger's Renegado.
Learn from this example, there is no trust
In a foundation that is built on lust.

Maffinger's Duke of Milan. In some countries I hear whole lordships are Spent upon a fleshly device ; yet the Buyer in the end, had nothing but French VOL. II.

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Repen

Repentance, and the curse of surgery
For his money.

Henry Shirley's Martyred Soldier.
Wenching ! why 'tis the top branch, the heart, the
Very foul of pleasure ; I'll not give a
Chip to be an emperor, and I may
Not curvet as often as my conftitution
Requires : Letchery is the monarch of
Delight, whose throne is in the blood ; to which
All other fins do homage, and bow like
Serviceable vassals, petty fubjects
In the dominion of the fesh.

James Shirley's Grateful Servant. - Luft is a gilded pill, Which sinful nature doth prescribe desire :

It mocks the sense with pleasure ; but at last, → The shining outside leaves a bitter taste.

Nabbs's Tottenham-Court. My lord, bad cuftom is become In men a second nature to deceive Poor virgins by their flatteries ; look back Into your princely honour, call that up To assist the fortress of your mind, assail'd By foul unlawful paffion : Think how bafe 'tis, To rob a filly orphan of her dowry ; I have no other but my virgin whiteness, Left to uphold my fame ; nought but my virtue Tomy inheritance : Should you despoil me Of that fair portion by your lust, my memory, Would like an early rose-bud by that tempest Die on its own stalk blasted.

Glapthorne's Albertus Wallenstein. Note but the end of all your luftful pleasures ; All breed diseases, griefs, reproaches foul, Consumption of the body, and the soul ; Ingenders forrows and sóttishness ; Forgets all prudence, grows most insolent ; Breeds the epilepsy, thar falling evil, Begets murder, makes a man a devil ;

O'er

O'er

O'erthrows whole families, confounds the juft ;
Foiftereth in children illegitimate ;
Corrupts all human sweet fociety :
The various paths of luft are all uneven ;
Her pleasures dreadful plagues, the scourge of heav'n.

Richards's Mefallina.
Unlawful luft, immod'rate, often brings
A loathing, in the use of lawful things.

Quarles. Rip up the end of the intent, and see How shame, and fear do lurk where you would walk, Like a pair of serpents in a flow'ry mead : Luft sees with pleasure, but with fear doth tread.

Davenport's City Night-Cap. For luft in reading beauty solemn grows, As old physicians in anatomy.

Sir W. Davenant's Gondiberi. O traytor, luft ! that leads us with encouragement To fin, and when the storm is over, we're Besieg'd with thoughts that more perplex us Than the former : For then we did complain Of strength, but now of weakness. Away, away ; 'Tis time that I were gone : The modeft morn Doth blush in the east, as if afham'd to See so foul a ravisher.

Sir W. Davenant's Cruel Brother. Men that luft women once, no more endure them ; In health, they loath the physick that did cure them.

Anthony Brewer's Love-Sick King.

I N DU S I Rr. The sweat of inftruftry would dry, and die, But for the end it works to.

Shakespear's Cymbeline.
Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie,
Which we ascribe to heav'n. The fated sky
Gives us free fcope ; only doth backward pull
Our Now designs, when we ourselves are dull.

Shakespear's All's well that ends well.
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