L. And whether by this change she lose or win, She comes out next, where the Ape would have gone in. Adam and Eve had mingled bloods, and now, Like Chymique's equal fires, her temperate womb Like a free conduit on a high hill's brow, LI. Another part became the well of sense, The tender well-armed feeling brain, from whence Those sinew-strings, which do our bodies tie, Are ravelled out; and, fast there by one end, Did this soul limbs, these limbs a soul attend; And now they joined, keeping some quality Of every past shape; she knew treachery, Rapine, deceit, and lust, and ills enough To be a woman: Themech she is now, Sister and wife to Cain, Cain, that first did plough. LII. Whoe'er thou beʼst, that read'st this sullen writ, Which just so much courts thee, as thou dost it, Let me arrest thy thoughts; wonder with me Why ploughing, building, ruling, and the rest, Or most of those arts, whence our lives are blest, The only measure is, and judge, opinion. THE END OF THE PROGRESS OF THE SOUL. SONGS AND SONNETS. THE FLEA. MARK but this flea, and mark in this, A sin, or shame, or loss of maidenhead, And pampered swells with one blood made of two, And this, alas! is more than we could do. Oh stay, three lives in one flea spare, Our marriage-bed, and marriage-temple is ; *Ed. 1635. Thou know'st that. |