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A fate no lover can divert
With all his caution, wit, and art :
For ’tis in vain to think to guess
At women by appearances,
That paint and patch their imperfections
Of intellectual complexions,
And daub their tempers o'er with washes
As artificial as their faces;
Wear under vizard-masks their talents,
And mother-wits before their gallants :
Until they ’re hamper’d in the noose,
Too fast to dream of breaking loose ;
When all the flaws they strove to hide
Are made unready with the bride,
That with her wedding-clothes undresses
Her complaisance and gentilesles;
Tries all her arts to take upon her
The government, from th' easy owner;




Until the wretch is glad to wave
His lawful right, and turn her slave;
Finds all his having and his holding
Reduc'd t' eternal noise and scolding;
The conjugal petard, that tears
Down all portcullices of ears,
And makes the volly of one tongue
For all their leathern shields too strong;
When only arm’d with noise and nails,
The female silkworms ride the males,
Transform 'em into rams and goats,
Like Syrens, with their charming notes ;
Sweet as a screech-owl's serenade,
Or those enchanting murmurs made
By th' husband mandrake, and the wife,
Both bury'd, like themselves, alive.

Quoth he, these reasons are but strains
Of wanton, over-heated brains,






Which ralliers in their wit or drink
Do rather wheedle with, than think.
Man was not man in paradise,
Until he was created twice,
And had his better half, his bride,
Carv'd from th' original, his side,
T'amend his natural defects,
And perfect his recruited sex ;
Enlarge his breed, at once, and lessen
The pains and labour of increasing,
By changing them for other cares,
As by his dry’d-up paps appears.
His body, that stupendous frame,
Of all the world the anagram,
Is of two equal parts compact,
In shape and symmetry exact,
Of which the left and female side
Is to the manly right a bride,




Both join’d together with such art,
That nothing else but death can part.
Those heav'nly attracts of your's, your eyes,
And face, that all the world surprise,
That dazzle all that look upon ye,
And scorch all other ladies tawny;
Those ravishing and charming graces,
Are all made


of two half faces That, in a mathematic line,

785 Like those in other heav'ns, join ; Of which, if either grew alone,

'Twould fright as much to look upon :
And so would that sweet bud, your lip,
Without the other’s fellowship.
Our noblest senses act by pairs,
Two eyes to see, to hear two ears ;
Th' intelligencers of the mind,
To wait upon the soul design'd:




But those that serve the body alone,
Are single and confin'd to one.
The world is but two parts, that meet
And clofe at th' equinoctial fit;
And so are all the works of nature,
Stamp'd with her signature on matter;
Which all her creatures, to a leaf,
Or smallest blade of grass, receive.
All which sufficiently declare
How entirely marriage is her care,
The only method that she uses,
In all the wonders she produces ;
And those that take their rules from her
Can never be deceiv’d, nor err :
For what fecures the civil life,
But pawns of children, and a wife?
That lie, like hostages, at stake,
To pay for all men undertake ;



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