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Here's th' unhappiness of woman till,
That having forfeited, in old time, their truff,
Now makes their faith suspected, that are just.
Maflinger, Middleton, and Rowley's Old Law.
never love, except thou be belov'd !
For such an humour ev'ry woman seizeth,
She loves nor him that 'plaineth, but that pleaseth.
When much chou lovelt, molt disdain comes on thee,
And when thou think'it to hold her, the flies from thee:
She follow'd fies, she fled from, follows poft,
And loveth beft, where she is hated moft.
'Tis ever noted, both in maids and wives,
Their hearts and tongues are never relatives ;
Hearts full of holes (lo elder thepherds feign)
As apter to receive, than to retain.
Women, as well as men, retain desire,
But can dissemble more than men, their fire.
Truft not a woman! they have found the herb
To open locks ; not brazen towers can hold 'em ;
Or if they get.not loose, they have the vertue
Of loadstones ; fhut up in a box, they'll draw
Customers to them; nay, being dead and bury'd,
There is a Sufpicion they will break the grave ;
Which puts fo many husbands to the charge
Of heavy stones to keep their bad wivės under.
Shirley's Conftant Maid.
The nature of women to be vext,
When they know any of their servants court
Another ; and that love they thought not worth
Their own reward, will fting 'em to the foul,
When 'tis translated where it meets with love :
And this will either break her stubborn heart,
Os humble her.
All mankind are alike to them ;
And though we iron find
That never with a loadstone join'd,
'Tis not the iron's fault,
Iti, because the loadstone yet was never brought.
If where a gentle bee hath fall’n
And labour'd to his pow'r,
A new succeeds not to that fow'r,
But passes by ; 'Tis to be thought, the gallant elsewhere loads his thigh. For ftill the flowers ready stand,
One buzzes round about,
One lights, one tastes, gets in, gets out,
All, all ways use them,
Till all their sweets are gone, and all again refuse them.
Suckling I will not love one minute more, I swear, No, not a minute ; not a sigh or tear Thou gett'st from me, or one kind look again, 'Tho' thou should'It court me to't, and would it begin. I will not think of thee, but as men do Of debts and sins; and then, I'll curse thee too: For thy fake, woman shall be now to me Less welcome, than at midnight ghosts shall be: I'll hate so perfectly, that it shall be Treason, to love that man that loves a she is Nay, I will hate the very good, I swear, That's in thy sex, because it does lie there : Their very vestue, grace, discourse, and wit, And all for thee: --what, wilt thou love me yet?
Ibid. -These filly women, when they feed Our expectation so high, do but like Ignorant conjurers, that raise a fpirit: Which handsomly they cannot lay again.
Suckling's Aglaura. He is a parricide to his mother's name, And with an im pious hand mwthers her fame,
That wrongs the praise of women ; that dares write
Libells on faints, or with foul ink requite
The milk they lent us : Better sex, command
To your defence, my more religious hand
At iword, or pen ; yours was the nobler birth ;
For you of man were made, man but of earth,
The son of duit : and tho' your sin did breed
His fall, again you rais'd him in your feed :
Adam in's sleep again full lofs futtain'd,
That for one rib, a better self regain:d ;
Who had he not your bleft creation seen,
An Anchorite in Paradise had been.
Why in this work did the creation reft,
But that eternal providence thought you beft
Of all his six days labour? Beasts should do
Homage to man, but man fhail wait on you :
You are of a comelier fight, of daintier touch,
A tender flesh, and colour bright, and fuch
As Parians see in marble ; skin more fair,
More glorious head, and far more glorious hair;
Fayes full of grace and quickness ; purer roses
Blush in your cheeks; a milder white composes
Your stately fronts ; your breath more fweet than his
Breaths fpice, and nectar drops at ev'ry kifs.
Your skins are smooth, bristles on theirs do grow
Like quills of porcupines; rough wooll doth flow
O’er all their faces; you approach more near
The form of angels, they like beasts appear :
If then in Bodies where the fouls do dwell
You better us; do then our souls excel ?
No, we in fouls equal perfection see,
There can in them, nor male nor female be.
Boast we of knowledge ? you are more than we,
You were the first ventur'd to pluck the tree:
And that more rhet'rick in your tongues do lie,
Let him dispute against, that dares deny
Your least commands; and not persuaded be
With Sampson's Arength, and David's piety,
To be your willing captives : vertue sure
Were blind as fortune, should fhe choose the poor
Rough cottage, man, to live in, and despise
To dwell in you, the stately edifice:
Thus you are prov'd the better sex; and we
Muft all repent, that in our pedigree,
We chose the father's name; where should we take
The mother's, a more honour'd blood, twould make
Our generation sure and certain be,
And i'd believe some faith in heraldry.
Thus perfect creatures, if detraction rise
Againit your sex, dispute but with your eyes,
Your hand, your lip, your brow, there will be sent
So subtle and so strong an argument,
Will teach the stoick his affection too,
And call the cynick from his tub to wooe.
Thus must'ring up your beauteous troops go on,
The faireft, is the valiant Amazon.
Let them imagine, who did ever know
What milled womens wild desires will do,
When they extremely do, or luft, or loath;
Cruel alike, alike unjust in both,
And from their worst desires most hardly chang'd.
May's Edward III. The wanton nymph doth more delight me far; The modeft nymphs do more feem chaft than are: Women are all alike ; the diff'rence this, This seems and is not, that both seems and is ; Or if some are not, as they call it, ill; They want the pow'r and incans, but not the will.
Sicelides. Women in the beginning (as 'tis faid) To be an help to man was chiefly made: Then ought not women much to be commended, Who answer th' end for which they were intended ? Women were made to help men, fo they do; Sogie unto forrow, grief, diseases too :
Others, do their kind husbands help to spend
Their whole estates ; thus answer they their end:
Some help men unto more than they were born
To have, I mean Acteon's head and horn.
Crooked-condition’d nature made her, when
She form'd her of the crooked'It parts in men:
Natare first fram'd her of a man's rib, fe
Then can't chuse but a cross-grain'd creature be:
And ever since (it may not be deny'd)
Poor man hath lubject been t'a ftich i' th’side.
For same you pretty female elves,
Ceaie thus to candy up your selves ;
No more you sectarys of the game,
No more of your calcining flame.
Women commence by cupid's dart,
As a king hunting dubs a hart.
Ibid. She shew'd that her soft fex contains strong minds,
Such as evap'rates through the coarser male ;
As through coarse stone, elixir passage finds,
Which scarce through finer chryftal can exhale.
Sir W. Davenant's Gondibert, A woman's will is not so strong in anger, as her skill.
Sir W. Davenant's Albovine. Oh what a feeble fort's a woman's heart, Betray'd by nature, and besieg’d by art !
Fant's Love in the Darks Dangers and business are cut out for men ;. Women are spar'd, to stock the world again.
Fane's Sacrifice. No woman takes her self to be a monster; Yet she would be so, if her eyes were stars, Her lips of rofes, and her face of lilies: Why, traps were made for foxes, gins for hares, Lime-twigs for birds, and lies and oaths for women.