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So all those false alarms of strife
Between the husband and the wife,
And little quarrels, often prove

To be but new recruits of love ;
When those who 're always kind or coy,
In time must either tire or cloy.
Nor are the loudest clamours, inore
Than as they ’re relish'd, sweet or sour;

gio Like mufick, that


bad or good,
According as 'tis understood.
In all amours a lover burns
With frowns, as well as siniles, by turns;
And hearts have been as oft with fullen

As charming looks surpris’d and stolen :
Then why should more bewitching clamour
Some lovers not as much enamour ?
For discords make the sweetest airs,
And curses are a kind of

prayers ;
Two flight alloys for all those grand
Felicities by marriage gain'd :
For nothing else has power to settle
The interests of love perpetual ;
An'act and deed that makes one heart

Become another's counter-part,
And passes fines on faith and love,
Inrollid and register'd above,
To seal the slippery knots of vows,
Which nothing else but death can loose.

930 And what security 's too strong To guard that gentle heart from wrong, (VOL. I.



Itself away,




That to its friend is glad to pass

and all it has,
And, like an anchorite, gives over
This world, for the heaven of a lover?
I grant (quoth she) there are some few
Who take that course, and find it true;
But millions whom the same does sentence
To heaven b' another way, repentance.
Love's arrows are but shot at rovers,
Though all they hit they turn to lovers ;
And all the weighty confequents
Depend upon more blind events
Than gamesters, when they play a fet
With greatest cunning at Piquet,
Put out with caution, but take in
They know not what, unsight unseen,
For what do lovers, when they ’re fast
In one another's arms embrac'd,
But strive to plunder, and convey
Each other, like a prize, away?
To change the property of selves,
As sucking children are by elves ?
And, if they use their persons so,
What will they to their fortunes do?
Their fortunes ! the perpetual aims
Of all their ecstasies and flames.
For when the money 's on the book,
And All my worldly goods—but spoke
(The formal livery and seisin
That puts a lover in pofleffion)





To that alone the bridegroom 's wedded,
The bride a fiam that's superseded :
To that their faith is still made good,

And all the oaths to us they vow'd;
For when we once resign our powers,
We've nothing left we can call ours :
Our money 's now become the Miss
Of all

lives and services,

And we, forfaken and postpon’d,
But bawds to what before we own'd;
Which, as it made y' at first gallant us,
So now hires others to supplant us,
Until 'tis all turn'd out of doors

975 (As we had been) for new amours. For what did ever heiress yet, By being born to lordships, get ? When, the more lady she 's of manors, She 's but expos’d to more trepanners,

980 Pays for their projects and designs, And for her own destruction fines; And does but tempt them with her riches, To use her as the devil does witches ; ; Who takes it for a special grace

985 To be their cully for a space, That, when the time 's expir'd, the drazels For ever may become his vallals : So she, bewitch'd by rooks and spirits, Betrays herself, and all th' inherits ;

990 Is bought and sold, like stolen goods, By pimps, and match-makers, and bawds ;


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Until they force her to convey,
And steal the thief himself away.
These are the everlasting fruits
Of all your passionate love-suits,
Th'effects of all your amorous fancies
To portions and inheritances;
Your love-fick rapture, for fruition
Of dowry, jointure, and tuition ;
To which you make address and courtship,
And with your bodies strive to worship,
That th' infant's fortunes may partake
Of love too, for the mother's sake.
For these you play at purposes,
And love your loves with A's and B's;
For these at Beste and L'Ombre wooe,
And play for love and money too ;
Strive who shall be the ableft man
At right gallanting of a fan;
And who the most genteely bred
At fucking of a vizard-bead;
How best t’ accost us in all quarters,
T' our question-and-command new garters ;
And solidly discourse upon
All sorts of dreses pro and con :
For there's no mystery nor trade,
But in the art of love is made ;
And when you have more debts to pay
Than Michaelmas and Lady-day,
And no way possible to do 't
But love and oaths, and restless fuit,








To us y' apply, to pay the scores
Of all your cully'd past aniours;
· Act o'er your fames and darts again,
And charge us with your wounds and pain ;
Which others' influences long since
Have charm’d your noses with, and shins;
For which the furgeon is unpaid,
And like to be, without our aid.
Lord! what an amorous thing is want!
How debts and mortgages inchant!

must that lady have,
That can from executions save!
What charms, that can reverse extent,
And null decree and exigent !
What magical attracts and graces,
That can redeem from Scire facias!
From bonds and statutes can discharge,
And from contempts of courts enlarge !
These are the highest excellences
Of all your true or false pretences ;
And you would damn yourselves, and swear
As much ťan hostess dowager,
Grown fat and purly by retail
Of pots of beer and bottled ale,
And find her fitter for your turn,
For fat is wondrous apt to burn;
Who at your flames would soon take fire,
Relent, and melt to your desire,
And, like a candle in the socket,
Diffolve her graces int' your pocket.




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