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With such a full and unwithdrawing hand,
Covering the earth with odors, fruits, and flocks, Thronging the seas with spawn innumerable,
But all to please, and sate the curious taste?
And set to work millions of spinning worms,
That in their green shops weave the smooth-haired silk
To deck her sons; and that no corner might
Be vacant of her plenty, in her own loins
She hutched the all worshipped ore, and precious gems,
To store her children with: if all the world
Should in a pet of temperance feed on pulse,
Drink the clear stream, and nothing wear but frieze,
The All-giver would be unthanked, would be unpraised,
Not half his riches known, and yet despised;
And we should serve him as a grudging master, As a penurious niggard of his wealth;
And live like Nature's bastards, not her sons,
Who would be quite surcharged with her own weight,
And strangled with her waste fertility;
The earth cumbered, and the winged air darked with plumes, The herds would over-multitude their lords,
The sea o'erfraught would swell, and the unsought diamonds Would so emblaze the forehead of the deep, And so bestud with stars, that they below
Would grow inured to light, and come at last
To gaze upon the sun with shameless brows.
List, Lady, be not coy, and be not cozened
With that same vaunted name Virginity.. Beauty is Nature's coin, must not be hoarded,
But must be current, and the good thereof
Consists in mutual and partaken bliss, Unsavory in the enjoyment of itself;
If you let slip time, like a neglected
It withers on the stalk with languished head.
Beauty is Nature's brag, and must be shown
In courts, at feasts, and high solemnities,
Where most may wonder at the workmanship;
It is for homely features to keep home,
They had their name thence; coarse complexions,
And cheeks of sorry grain, will serve to ply
The sampler, and to tease the housewife's wool.
What need a vermeil-tinctured lip for that,
Love-darting eyes, or tresses like the morn?
There was another meaning in these gifts,
Think what, and be advised, you are but young yet.
Lady. I had not thought to have unlockt my lips
In this unhallowed air, but that this juggler
Would think to charm my judgment, as mine eyes,
Obtruding false rules pranked in reason's garb.
I hate when Vice can bolt her arguments,
And Virtue has no tongue to check her pride. Impostor, do not charge most innocent Nature,
As if she would her children should be riotous
With her abundance; she, good cateress,
Means her provision only to the good, That live according to her sober laws,
And holy dictate of spare temper
If every just man, that now pines with want,
O'er the cowslip's velvet head, That bends not as I tread; Gentle Swain, at thy request I am here.
Spir. - Goddess dear,
Of true virgin here distressed, Through the force, and through the wile
Of unblest enchanter vile.
To help ensnared chastity:
I touch with chaste palms moist and cold:
Now the spell hath lost his hold; And I must haste ere morning hour To wait in Amphitrite's bower.
SABRINA descends, and the LADY rises out of her seut.
Spir.-Virgin, daughter of Locrine,
Sprung of old Anchises' line,
Let us fly this cursed place,
There I suck the liquid air
Thither all their bounties bring;
Holds his dear Psyche sweet entranced,
After her wandering labors long,
But now my task is smoothly done,
And from thence can soar as soon To the corners of the moon.
Mortals, that would follow me, Love Virtue, she alone is free; She can teach ye how to climb Higher than the sphery chime: Or, if Virtue feeble were, Heaven itself would stoop to her. MILTON.
O NEVER rudely will I blame his faith In the might of stars and angels! 'Tis not merely The human being's Pride that peoples space