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Pallas, nor thee I call on, mankind maid,
Go, cramp dull Mars, light Venus, when he snorts, Or with thy tribade trine invent new sports; Thou, nor thy looseness with my making sorts.
Let the old boy, your son, ply his old task, Turn the stale prologue to some painted mask; His absence in my verse is all I ask.
Hermes, the cheater, shall not mix with us,
My Muse up by commission; no, I bring
Not to know vice at all, and keep true state,
Is virtue and not fate:
And her black spite expel.
Or safe, but she'll procure
Some way of entrance) we must plant a guard
Of thoughts to watch and ward At th' eye
the ports unto the mind,
Give knowledge instantly
Who, in th' examining,
Close, the close cause of it.
To make our sense our slave. But this true course is not embraced by many :
By many ? scarce by any. For either our affections do rebel,
Or else the sentinel, That should ring 'larum to the heart, doth
Or some great thought doth keep
They're base and idle fears
Thus, by these subtle trains,
And strike our reason blind;
The first; as prone to move
In our enflamed breasts ;
But this doth from the cloud of error grow,
Which thus we over-blow.
Armed with bow, shafts, and fire ;
Rough, swelling, like a storm ; With whom who sails, rides on the surge of
And boils as if he were
No such effects doth prove;
Pure, perfect, nay, divine;
Whose links are bright and even;
The soft and sweetest minds
To murder different hearts,
Th'elixir of all joys ?
And lasting as her flowers ;
Sober as saddest care;
Tho, blest with such high chance,
Would, at suggestion of a steep desire,
Cast himself from the spire
Some vicious fool draw near,
As this chaste love we sing.
Who, being at sea, suppose,
No, Vice, we let thee know
Turtles can chastely die;
We do not number here
Because lust's means are spent;
And for their place and name, Cannot so safely sin: their chastity
Is mere necessity;
Have filled with abstinence:
Makes a most blessèd gain ;
Is more crown-worthy still
19 It is simply the French luxure, then in general use. — G.
Than he, which for sin's penalty forbears :
His heart sins, though he fears.
Graced with a Phænix' love;
Would make a day of night,
Whosé odorous breath destroys
As sweet as she is fair.
As if natùre disclosed
Oh, so divine a creature
How only she bestows
Making his fortunes swim
What savage, brute affection,
Of this excelling frame? Much more a noble, and right generous mind,
To virtuous moods inclined,
From thoughts of such a strain,
“Man may securely sin, but safely never.”