So all thofe falfe alarms of strife Like music, that proves bad or good, In all amours a lover burns 905 910 With frowns, as well as fmiles, by turns; And curfes are a kind of pray'rs ; 920 Too flight alloys for all those grand And what fecurity's too strong To guard that gentle heart from wrong, And, like an anchorite, gives over This world, for th' heav'n of a lover? I grant, quoth she, there are some few Who take that course, and find it true; 935 But millions, whom the fame does fentence Tho' all they hit they turn to lovers, 940 Than gamesters, when they play a set 945 Put out with caution, but take in They know not what, unsight, unseen. For what do lovers, when they're faft 950 955 Their fortunes! the perpetual aims For when the money's on the book, And all my worldly goods-but spoke, 960 The formal livery and seisin That puts a lover in poffeffion; To that alone the bridegroom 's wedded, To that their faith is still made good, But bawds to what before we own'd: 965 970 Until 'tis all turn'd out of doors, And does but tempt them with her riches, To use her as the dev'l does witches, Who takes it for a special grace, To be their cully for a space, That, when the time's expir'd, the drazels Is bought and fold, like stolen goods, 975 980 985 990 |