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'Tis a fault,
That men not guided by the tract of reason
But heat and wantonness of blood, run giddy
To seal such weighty covenants : Better 'cwere
The world should end in our virginities,
Than spin itself more length by inconsiderate
And hafty marriages.
Shirley's Conftant Maid.
The joys of marriage are the heav'n on earth,
Life's paradise, great princess, the foul's quiet,
Sinews of concord, earthly immortality,
Eternity of pleasures ; no restoratives
Like to a constant woman -But where is the?
'Twould puzzle all the gods but to create
Such a new monster.
John Ford's Broken Heari. Who weds as I have, to enforced sheets; His care increaseth, but his comfort fleets.
Wilkin's Miseries of inforced Marriage. The wiving vine that 'bout the friendly elm ?T'wines her soft limbs, and weaves a leafy mantle For her supporting lover ; durft not venture To mix her humble boughs with the embraces Of the more lofty cedar.
Glapthorne's Albertus Wallenstein, Fie ! this ingrossment, is but mere conceit : Does the sweet spring less cool, less fair appear, When many thirsts are quench'd in her, than when But one has drank ? Find you not the same sweets, When more besides yourself, have smelt your rose ?
Baron's Mirza. 1. Wedlock to his age, will bring him home To choicer pleasures, and abandon such. 2. His age, is fit for nothing, but to rock Another's child; and to rejoice through spectacles, At the strong guess he has, it is his own.
Richard Brome's Damoiselle.
Faith 'tis no age to be put off
With empty education ; few will make jointures
To wit or good parts. I may die a virgin,
When some old widow which at ev'ry cough
Resigns some of her teeth ; and ev'ry night
Puits off her leg as duly as French hood ;
Scarce wears her own nose ; hath no eyes but such
As she first bought in Broad-freet ; and ev'ry morning
Is put together like some instrument ;
Having full coffers shall be wood, and thought
A youthful bride.
Main's City Match.
Men shall abandon pride and jealousy,
Ere I'll be bound to their captivity ;
They shall live continent, and leave to`range;
But men, like to the moon, each month must change :
Yet muft we seek that naught their fight displeases,
And mix our wedlock sweets with loath'd diseases :
When we consume ourselves and our best beauty,
All our reward is, why, 'twas but our duty.
Machen's Dumb Knight. True matrimony's nothing else indeed But fornication licens'd ; lawful adultery. O heav'ns ! How all my senses are wide sluices To let in discontent and miseries.
Randolph's Muse's Looking Glass. But you will say, the comfort of a life Is in the partner of your joys, a wife. You have made choice of brides ; you need not wooe The rich, the fair; they both are proferr'd you. But what fond virgin will my love prefer, That only in Parnassus jointures her ? Yet thy base match I scorn; and honest pride I harbour here, that scorns a market-bride. Neglected beauty now is priz'd by gold; And sacred love is bafely bought and fold: Wives are grown traffick, marriage is a trade; And when a nuptial of two hearts is made,
There muft of moneys too a wedding be,
That coin, as well as men, may multiply.
Our gallant friend,
Is gone to church, as martyrs to the fire :
Who marry, differ but i'th' end,
Since both do take
The hardest way to what they most desire.
Nor staid he till the formal priest had done,
But ere that part was finishid, his begun:
Which did reveal
The haste and eagerness men have to seal,
That long to tell the money.
I esteem it
No marriage, but a well-nam'd rape, where friends
their children; where the virgin
Is not fo truly given, as betray'd,
I would not have betrothed people (for
I can by no means call them lovers)
Such pennance in their marriage sheets; and make
The rites 'no wedlock, but a sacrifice :
Where, like an innocent lamb, the passive virgin's
Heart is torn from her entrails, not entic'd :
Being condemn'd, not wedded to her husband.
Mead's Combat of Love and Friendship.
Why is marriage legal?
It gives authority to lust, for chastity
Would soon conclude the world. Oh virtibus
Prejudice, when error prevents folly !
Sir W. Davenant's cruel Brother. For wealth has marry'd wealth ; with youth age joins His feeble heat, and melts his wither'd loins ; Not to engender men, but sev'ral coins.
Sir W. Davenant To one marry'd to an old Üfurer.
And wisely ancients by this needful fnare
Of gilded joys, did hide such bitternes As molt in marriage swallow with that care,
Which bashfully the wise will ne'er confess. Tis ftatesmens mufick, who ftate-fowlers be,
And singing birds, to catch the wilder, fet ; So bring in more to tame society ;
For wedlock, to the wild, is the state's net.
And this loud joy, before the marriage rites,
Like battle's musick which to fights prepare,
Many to ftrise and fad success invites ;
For marriage is too ost but civil war.
Sir W. Davenant's Gondibery.
Marriage is but a church device, that would
Prefer lobriety amongst the virtues.
A ftale unfav'ry thing, when as variety
Gives life to ev'ry sense ; and doth beget
An appetite, when th other fmothers it.
John Tatham's Distracted State.
These marriages in earnest, come time enough,
And spoil the
others : The oaths and promises
Of batchellors, pass current, and are not
Disproveable ; but a marry'd man that swears
Virtuous love to others, is perjur'd
In a court of record.
Fane's Love in the Dark. 1. Sir, this is the great market of matrimony: Here 'tis begun, made up, and broken too. 2. Matrimony ! for heav'ns fake name it not ; I do not love to hear the sound of fetters. 1. Oh, pray let's humour him a little ; I Think indeed the strictness of it was but A kind of juggle, betwixt the women And the fryars. 2. True, such a devilish thing could never Have been found out else: 'I was worse than the Invention of gun-powder ; and it has
Alter'd the course of love, more than th' other
Has done of war.
1. Imparity of minds, is worse than bodies ;
And which two are of the fame mind for ever?
2, Ay, or at any time. If people love
Well, there needs no marriage to confine them ;
If not, 'tis cruelty to couple two
Churlish disagreeing curs, and sin, not
To unloose them. I would not use my dogs
So : True, men are chain'd in gallies ; horses
Bridled, and oxen yok'd to work:
For flavish offices and things ungrateful,
Constraint is necessary ; but for the
Sweets of love to have a task impos'd ; to
Have men like hir'd town bulls, made amorous
By force; and beaten to it? Do men chain
Up themselves at dinner to their tables ?
Or do they hunt, or bowl, or dance in shackles ?
If marriage is a sport, confinement makes it less ;
If 'tis a work;
Are drudgeries the better for being endless ?
Fane's Love in the Dark.
1. Men should look with eyes, and not
With spectacles, in affairs of love.
2. Nor would I wed the empress of the world,
Though she were the greatest beauty of it,
In that dull method of our grave fore-fathers :
Sfoot--they marry'd as they purchased lands';
Agreed upon the bargain, then entera,
And took possession. They wedded wealth
To wealth ; when the chief benefit of riches,
Is, to make election of what most we like.
1. And if what most you like have riches too,
I hope that makes it not the worse.
2. To me it does exceedingly ; it gives
A wife too great a motive to be proud ;
When she can upbraid her husband, that 'twas
She, forsooth, increas'd his fortune: whereas