Thronging the Seas with spawn innumerable,
But all to please, and fate the curious taste?
And set to work millions of spinning Worms,
That in their green fhops weave the smooth-hair'd filks
To deck her Sons, and that no corner might
Be vacant of her plenty, in her own loyns
She hutch't th'all-worshipt Ore, and precious Gems
To store her children with; if all the world
Should in a pet of temperance feed on Pulfe,
Drink the clear stream, and nothing wear but Freize,
Th'all-giver would be unthank't, would be unprais'd,
Not half his riches known, and yet defpis'd,
And we should serve him as a grudging Mafter,
As a penurious niggard of his wealth,

And live like Nature's bastards, not her Sons,

Who would be quite furcharg'd with her own weight, And strangl'd with her wafte fertility,

[plumes, Th'earth cumber'd, and the wing'd air dark't with The herds would over-multitude their Lords,

fo

TheSea o'erfraught would swell,and th'unfought DiaWould so emblaze the forehead of the Deep, [monds And fo bestud with Stars, that they below

Would

grow inur'd to light, and come at last

To

To gaze upon the Sun with shameless brows.
Lift Lady, be not coy, and be not cozen'd
With that fame vaunted name Virginity,
Beauty is Nature's coyn, must not be hoorded,
But must be currant, and the good thereof
Confifts in mutual and partak'n bliss,

Unfavoury in th' injoyment of it felf;
If you let flip time, like a neglected rofe
It withers on the ftalk with languish't head.
Beauty is Nature's brag, and must be shown
In Courts, at Feafts, and high Solemnities,
Where most may wonder at the workmanship,
It is for homely features to keep home,

They had their name thence; course complexions
And cheeks of forry grain will serve to ply
The fampler, and to teize the hufwifes wooll.
What need a vermil-tinctur'd lip for that,
Love-darting eyes, or treffes like the Morn?
There was another meaning in these gifts,
Think what, and be advis'd, you are but young yet.

La. I had not thought to have unlockt my lips In this unhallow'd air, but that this Jugler

Would think to charm my judgment, as mine eyes,

Obtruding falfe Rules, pranckt in Reafon's garb.

I hate when vice can bolt her

arguments,

And virtue has no tongue to check her pride.
Impoftor, do not charge most innocent Nature :
As if she would her children should be riotous;
With her abundance the good cateres,
Means her provision only to the good,

That live according to her sober laws,
And holy dictate of fpare Temperance:

If every juft man, that now pines with want,
Had but a moderate and beseeming share
Of that which lewdly-pamper'd Luxury
Now heaps upon fome few with vast excess,
Nature's full bleffings would be well dispenc'd,
In unfuperfluous even proportion,

And the no whit encumber'd with her store,
And then the giver will be better thank❜d,
His praife due paid; for fwinifh gluttony
Ne'er looks to Heav'n amidft his gorgeous feaft,
But with befotted base ingratitude

1.

Cramms, and blafphemes his feeder. Shall I go on?
Or have I faid enough? To him that dares
Arm his prophane tongue with contemptuous words

Against

Against the Sun-clad power of Chastity;

Fain would I fomething fay, yet to what end?
Thou haft nor Ear, nor Soul to apprehend
The fublime notion, and high mystery

That must be utter'd to unfold the fage

And serious doctrine of Virginity,

And thou art worthy that thou should'st not know
More happiness than this thy present lot.
Enjoy your dear Wit, and gay Rhetorick
That hath so well been taught her dazling fence,
Thou art not fit to hear thy self convinc'd;
Yet fhould I try, the uncontrouled worth
Of this pure caufe would kindle my rap'd fpirits
To fuch a flame of facred vehemence,

That dumb things would be mov'd to sympathize,
And the brute Earth would lend her nerves,and fhake,
Till all thy magick structures rear'd so high,

Were shatter'd into heaps o'er thy false head.
Co. She fables not, I feel that I do fear

Her words fet off by fome fuperior power;

And though not mortal, yet a cold shudd'ring dew Dips me all o'er, as when the wrath of Jove

Speaks thunder, and the chains of Erebus

To fome of Saturn's crew: I must diffemble,

And try her yet more ftrongly. Come, no more,
This is meer moral babble, and direct

Against the Canon Laws of our Foundation;
I must not suffer this, yet 'tis but the lees
And fetlings of a melancholy blood:
But this will cure all ftreight, one fip of this
Will bathe the drooping spirits in delight,
Beyond the blifs of dreams. Be wife, and taste.-

The Brothers rush in with Swords drawn, wreft his Glafs out of his hand, and break it against the ground; his rout make fign of refiftance, but are all driven in; The attendant Spirit comes in.

Spir. What, have you let the false Enchanter scape? O ye mistook, ye should have snatcht his wand And bound him faft; without his rod revers'd, And backward mutters of diffevering power, We cannot free the Lady that fits here In ftony fetters fixt, and motionless'; Yet ftay, be not disturb'd, now I bethink me, Some other means I have which may be us❜d, Which once of Melibaus old I learnt,

The footheft Shepherd that e'er pip't on plains.

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