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Yet sure I meant not long to fit about
I'll hold my hands no more
That has been burnt before.
Are better fortify'd
Sir Robert Howard. For I'm a schismatick in love;
And what makes most abhor it,
And I love the better for it.
I am so far from loving none,
IN CONTIN E N C E. The fight whereof, in his congealed flesh,
Infix'd such secret sting of greedy luft,
And kindled heat that foon in flame forth burst :
Spenser's Fairy Queen.
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.
Luft is like an o'er-swol’n river, that breaks
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.
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.
Repentance, and the curse of surgery
Henry Shirley's Martyred Soldier.
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'erthrows whole families, confounds the juft ;
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 All's well that ends well.