So all thofe falfe alarms of strife 905 When those who 're always kind or coy, Nor are the loudeft clamours, more Than as they 're 'relish'd, fweet or four; 910 In all amours a lover burns With frowns, as well as fimiles, by turns; 915 As charming looks furpris'd and stolen : Then why should more bewitching clamour 920 An act and deed that makes one heart 925 Become another's counter-part, And paffes fines on faith and love, Inroll'd and register'd above, To feal the flippery knots of vows, 'To guard that gentle heart from wrong, X 930 That That to its friend is glad to pass Itself away, and all it has, And, like an anchorite, gives over This world, for the heaven of a lover? Depend upon more blind events Than gamefters, when they play a fet For when the money 's on the book, 935 940 945 950 955 960 Το To that alone the bridegroom 's wedded, 965 970 975 For what did ever heiress yet, By being born to lordships, get? When, the more lady fhe 's of manors, That, when the time 's expir'd, the drazels For ever may become his vaffals : So fhe, bewitch'd by rooks and spirits, X 2 9.99 Until Of all your paffionate love-fuits, 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, 995 1000 1005 And love your loves with A's and B's; For thefe at Befte and L'Ombre wooe, And play for love and money too; At fucking of a vizard-bead; How beft t' accoft us in all quarters, 1010 'T' our question-and-command new garters; And folidly difcourfe upon 1015 All forts of drefles 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 1020 And no way poffible to do 't But love and oaths, and restless fuit, 3 Το To us y' apply, to pay the fcores Of all your cully'd paft amours; Act o'er your flames and darts again, 1025 And charge us with your wounds and pain; What magical attracts and graces, From bonds and ftatutes can discharge, And from contempts of courts enlarge! 1040 These are the highest excellences Of all your true or falfe pretences; And you would damn yourfelves, and fwear Grown fat and purfy by retail 1045 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 foon take fire, 1050 And, like a candle in the focket, |