And from her greatness stoop so low, 395 To be the rival of a cow: Others to prostitute their great hearts, To be baboons' and monkeys' sweethearts: Some with the devil himself in league grow, 400 'Twas this made vestal maid love-fick, Quoth fhe, Thefe judgments are severe, Than truft men with their oaths, or prove Their faith and fecrefy in love. Says he, There is as weighty reason For fecrefy in love, as treason. Love is a burglarer, a felon, That at the windore eye does steal in, 405 410 475 To Ver. 406.] On lacquies and valets des chambres Varlets des chambres, in all edit. to 1704, inclusive. Ver. 418.] That at the windore eye does feal Thus it ftands in all editions to 1684, inclufive. A tered to window eye, edition 1700. Reftored again 1726, if not fooner. To rob the heart; and with his prey. Steals out again a closer way; In men, as naturally' as in charcoals, Which footy chemifts ftop in holes, 420 425 That though they burn they may not smoke. 'Tis like that sturdy thief that stole And dragg'd beafts backwards into 's hole; 430 So love does lovers, and us men 435 I'll prove myself as close and virtuous Quoth fhe, I grant you may be close, In hiding what your aims propose: 440 By which men still mean fomething else: Money 's the mythologick sense, The real fubftance of the shadow, 445 Which all addrefs and courtship 's made to.. Thought he, I understand your play, And how to quit you your own way ; He that will win his dame, must do I grant, quoth he, wealth is a great It is all philtres and high diet, That makes love rampant, and to fly out: 'Tis virtue, wit, and worth, and all And fuch you are: nor is 't your perfon 450 455 465 Or make it o'er in truft to the devil, 480 Quoth fhe, I like this plainness better Than falfe mock paffion, fpeech, or letter, Or any feat of qualm or fowning, But hanging of yourself or drowning; 485 Your mind, is breaking of your neck: For as, when merchants break, o'erthrown So that would break my heart; which done, 490 495 For he that hangs or beats out 's brains, The devil's in him if he feigns. Quoth Hudibras, This way 's too rough For mere experiment and proof; 500 It is no jefting, trivial matter, To swing i' th' air, or douce in water, Ver. 483.] Sowning. Thus it ftands in all editions. to 1684, inclufive. Altered to fwooning, 1700. Your better way is to make over, In truft, your fortune to your lover: Befide, th' experiment 's more certain ; Men venture necks to gain a fortune: 515 And merchants, venturing through the main, Trust me, and fee what I will do. Quoth fhe, I should be loth to run 520 Myfelf all th' hazard, and you none; Quoth he, My head 's not made of brass, As Friar Bacon's noddle was, Nor (like the Indian's fcull) fo tough, That, authors fay, 'twas musket-proof; As it had need to be, to enter, As yet, on any new adventure > 535 You |