Yet fure I meant not long to fit about

The ashes, when the fire was quite burnt out.

Since now my goaler has my chains unty'd,
I'll hold my hands no more

Up at love's barr; he is condemn'd untry'd,
That has been burnt before.

Now that heart-fickness which she gave, protects;
'Tis feldom that the fame plague twice infects.

Breafts that have known loves cruel flavery,
Are better fortify'd

By that experience, than they e'er can be

By reafon, or by pride.

Then blufh not, that you quench'd this am'rous flame,

But blush with me, if we two love again.

For I'm a fchifmatick in love;
And what makes most abhor it,
In me does more affection move,
And I love the better for it.

Sir Robert Howard.

I vow, I am fo far from loving none,
That I love every one;

If fair I muft, if brown she be
She's lovely; and for fympathy,
'Cause we're alike, I love her:
If tall, fhe's proper; and if short
She's humble, and I love her for't:
Small's pretty, fat is pleasant, ev'ry fort
Some graceful good discover:

If young, fhe's pliant to the sport ;
And if her vifage carry

Gray hairs and wrinkles, yet I'll court.
And fo turn antiquary.

Alex. Brome.

INCON

INCONTINENCE.

The fight whereof, in his congealed flesh,
Infix'd fuch fecret fting of greedy luft,
That the dry wither'd ftock it 'gan refresh,

And kindled heat that foon in flame forth burft:
The drieft wood is fooneft burnt to dust.

Virtue, as it never will be mov'd,

Spenser's Fairy Queen,

Though lewdnefs court it in a fhape of heaven;
So luft, though to a radiant angel link'd,

Will fate itself in a celeftial bed,

And prey on garbage

Shakespear's Hamlet.

Luft takes never joy in what is due,

Daniel's Octavia to Antonius.

But ftill leaves known delights, to feek out new.

-Take this as firmest sense,

Incontinence will force a continence :

Heat wasteth heat; and light defaceth light;
Nothing is spoil'd but by his proper might.

Marfton's Courtezan.

Luft's voyage hath, if not this courfe, this cross;
Buy ne'er fo cheap, your ware comes home with lofs.
Dekker's Second Part of the Honeft Whore.

Luft is a fprite, which, whofoe'er doth raise;
The next man that encounters boldly, lays.

Tourneur's Atheist's Tragedy.

Webster's White Devil.

Letchery scorns to be beholden too;

For I have known what it receiv'd in a

Man's house, it hath fent home again nine months
After, and lain at his door; and therefore
The more gentleman-like fin a great deal,
Because it takes the longer time of re-payment.

Cupid's Whirligig.

Luft

Luft is like an o'er-swol❜n river, that breaks
Beyond all bounds; it's a devil bred in
The blood, nurs'd in defire, and like the
Salamander, lives in continual fire:

It sprouteth larger than ivy, which embraceth,
Twifteth and entangleth ev'ry one within

It's reach; and makes no choice between the goodlieft
Cedar, and the ftinking'ft elder: 'Tis a foul
Ufurper on the name of love, and reigns
With greater dominion than an emp'ror:
It is a very lep'rous itch; it stains,
And leaves a fouler fpot upon the foul,
Than tears can wash away.

Luft, is a vice

Cupid's Whirligig..

Sooner condemn'd than banish'd: Eas'ly fpoke against, But yet 'twill fawn as smoothly on our flesh,

As Circe on the Gracian travellers,

When the detain'd them in the fhape of beafts.

Mafon's Muleaffes.

An old man's ven'ry is very chargeable,

There is much cookery belongs to it.

Middleton's Mad World my Mafters.
-Uncloath me

Of fin's gay trappings, the proud livery

Of wicked pleasure, which but worn, and heated
With the fire of entertainment and confent,

Like to Alcides' fatal fhirt, tears off

Our flesh, and reputation both together;
Leaving our ulc'rous follies bare and open
To all malicious cenfure.

Mafinger's Renegado.

Learn from this example, there is no truft
In a foundation that is built on luft.

Mafinger's Duke of Milan.

In fome countries I hear whole lordships are

Spent upon a fleshly device; yet the

Buyer in the end, had nothing but French
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For his money.

Repentance, and the curfe of furgery

Henry Shirley's Martyred Soldier.

Wenching! why 'tis the top branch, the heart, the
Very foul of pleasure; I'll not give a
Chip to be an emperor, and I may
Not curvet as often as my conftitution
Requires Letchery is the monarch of
Delight, whose throne is in the blood; to which
All other fins do homage, and bow like
Serviceable vaffals, petty fubjects

In the dominion of the flesh.

James Shirley's Grateful Servant.

Luft is a gilded pill,

Which finful nature doth preferibe defire:
It mocks the fenfe with pleasure; but at last,
The fhining outfide leaves a bitter taste.

Nabbs's Tottenham-Court.

My lord, bad cuftom is become
In men a fecond nature to deceive

Poor virgins by their flatteries; look back
Into your princely honour, call that up
To affift the fortrefs of your mind, affail'd
By foul unlawful paffion: Think how bafe 'tis,
To rob a filly orphan of her dowry;

I have no other but my virgin whiteness,
Left to uphold my fame; nought but my virtue
To my inheritance: Should you defpoil me
Of that fair portion by your luft, my memory,
Would like an early rofe-bud by that tempeft
Die on its own ftalk blafted.

Glapthorne's Albertus Wallenftein..
Note but the end of all your luftful pleasures;
All breed diseases, griefs, reproaches foul,
Confumption of the body, and the foul;
Ingenders forrows and fottishness;
Forgets all prudence, grows moft infolent ;
Breeds the epilepfy, that falling evil,
Begets murder, makes a man a devil;

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O'erthrows whole families, confounds the juft;
Foiftereth in children illegitimate;

Corrupts all human sweet society:

The various paths of luft are all uneven ;

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Her pleasures dreadful plagues, the scourge of heav'n.

Richards's Meffallina.

Unlawful luft, immod'rate, often brings

A loathing, in the ufe of lawful things.

Rip up the end of the intent, and fee

Quarles.

How shame, and fear do lurk where you would walk, Like a pair of ferpents in a flow'ry mead :

Luft fees with pleasure, but with fear doth tread.

Davenport's City Night-Cap.

For luft in reading beauty folemn grows,

As old phyficians in anatomy.

Sir W. Davenant's Gondibert.

O traytor, luft! that leads us with encouragement
To fin, and when the ftorm is over, we're
Befieg'd with thoughts that more perplex us
Than the former: For then we did complain
Of strength, but now of weakness. Away, away;
'Tis time that I were gone: The modest morn
Doth blush in the east, as if afham'd to

See fo foul a ravisher.

Sir W. Davenant's Cruel Brother. Men that luft women once, no more endure them; In health, they loath the phyfick that did cure them. Anthony Brewer's Love-Sick King.

IND USTRY.

The sweat of inftruftry would dry, and die,

But for the end it works to.

Shakespear's Cymbeline.

Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie,
Which we afcribe to heav'n. The fated sky
Gives us free fcope; only doth backward pull
Our flow defigns, when we ourselves are dull.

Shakespear's All's well that ends well.
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