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- Each woman is a briefe of womankind,
- And doth in little even as much containe,
- As, in one day and night, all life we finde,
- Of either, more is but the same againe:
- God fram’d her so, that to her husband she,
- As Eve, should all the world of woman be.
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- So fram’d he both, that neither power he gave
- Use of themselves, but by exchange to make:
- Whence in their face, the faire no pleasure have,
- But by reflex of what thence other take.
- Our lips in their own kisse no pleasure find:
- Toward their proper face, our eies are blinde.
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- So God in Eve did perfect man, begun;
- Till then, in vaine much of himselfe he had:
- In Adam, God created only one,
- Eve, and the world to come, in Eve he made.
- We are two halfes: whiles each from other straies
- Both barren are; joind, both their like can raise
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- At first, both sexes were in man combinde,
- Man a she-man did in his body breed;
- Adam was Eves, Eve mother of mankinde,
- Eve from live-flesh, man did from dust proceed.
- One, thus made two, mariage doth re-unite,
- And makes them both but one hermaphrodite.
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- Man did but the well-being of this life
- From woman take; her being she from man;
- And therefore Eve created was a wife,
- And at the end of all her sex, began:
- Mariage their object is; their being then,
- And now perfection, they receive from men.
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- Mariage; to all those joyes two parties be,
- And doubled are by being parted so,
- Wherein the very act of chastity,
- Whereby two soules into one body go.
- Which makes two, one; while here they living be,
- And after death in their posterity.
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- God to each man a private woman gave,
- That in that center his desires might stint,
- That he a comfort like himselfe might have,
- And that on her his like he might imprint.
- Double is womans use, part of their end
- Doth in this age, part on the next depend.
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- We fill but part of time, and cannot dye,
- Till we the world a fresh supply have lent.
- Children are bodies sole eternity;
- Nature is Gods, art is mans instrument.
- Now all mans art but only dead things makes,
- But herein man in things of life partakes.
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- For wandring lust; I know ’tis infinite,
- It still begins, and addes not more to more:
- The guilt is everlasting, the delight,
- This instant doth not feele, of that before.
- The taste of it is only in the sense,
- The operation in the conscience.
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- Woman is not lusts bounds, but woman-kinde;
- One is loves number: who from that doth fall,
- Hath lost his hold, and no new rest shall find;
- Vice hath no meane, but not to be at all.
- A wife is that enough; lust cannot find:
- For lust is till with want, or too much, pin’d.
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- Bate lust the sin, my share is ev’n with his,
- For, not to lust, and to enjoy, is one:
- And more or lesse past, equall nothing is;
- I still have one, lust one at once, alone:
- And though the women often changed be,
- Yet he’s the same without variety.
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- Mariage our lust (as ’twere with fuell fire)
- Doth, with a medicine of the same, allay,
- And not forbid, but rectifie desire.
- My selfe I cannot chuse, my wife I may:
- And in the choise of her, it much doth lye,
- To mend my selfe in my posterity.
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- Or rather let me love, then be in love;
- So let me chuse, as wife and friend to find,
- Let me forget her sex, when I approve:
- Beasts likenesse lies in shape, but ours in mind:
- Our soules no sexes have, their love is cleane,
- No sex, both in the better part are men.
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- But physicke for our lust their bodies be,
- But matter fit to shew our love upon:
- But onely shells for our posterity,
- Their soules were giv’n lest men should be alone:
- For, but the soules interpreters, words be,
- Without which, bodies are no company.
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- That goodly frame we see of flesh and blood,
- Their fashion is, not weight; it is I say
- But their lay-part; but well digested food;
- Tis but ’twixt dust, and dust, lifes middle way:
- The worth of it is nothing that is seen,
- But only that holds a soule within.
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- And all the carnall beauty of my wife,
- Is but skin-deep, but to two senses known;
- Short even of pictures, shorter liv’d then life,
- And yet the love survives, that’s built thereon:
- For our imagination is too high,
- For bodies when they meet, to satisfie.
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- All shapes, all colours, are alike in night,
- Nor doth our touch distinguish foule or faire;
- But mans imagination, and his sight,
- And those, but the first weeke; by custome are
- Both made alike, which differed at first view,
- Nor can that difference absence much renew.
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- Nor can that beauty, lying in the face,
- But meerely by imagination be
- Enjoy’d by us, in an inferiour place.
- Nor can that beauty by enjoying we
- Make ours become; so our desire growes tame,
- We changed are, but it remaines the same.
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- Birth, lesse then beauty, shall my reason blinde,
- Her birth goes to my children, not to me:
- Rather had I that active gentry finde,
- Vertue, then passive from her ancestry;
- Rather in her alive one vertue see,
- Then all the rest dead in her pedigree.
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- In the degrees, high rather, be she plac’t
- Of nature, then of art, and policy:
- Gentry is but a relique of time past:
- And love doth only but the present see;
- Things were first made, then words: she were the same
- With, or without, that title or that name.
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- As for (the oddes of sexes) portion,
- Nor will I shun it, nor my aime it make;
- Birth, beauty, wealth, are nothing worth alone,
- All these I would for good additions take,
- Not for good parts, those two are ill combin’d
- Whom, any third thing from themselves hath join’d.
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- Rather then these the object of my love,
- Let it be good; when these with vertue go,
- They (in themselves indifferent) vertues prove,
- For good (like fire) turnes all things to be so.
- Gods image in her soule, O let me place
- My love upon! not Adams in her face.
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- Good, is a fairer attribute then white,
- ’Tis the minds beauty keeps the other sweete;
- That’s not still one, nor mortall with the light,
- Nor glasse, nor painting can it counterfeit;
- Nor doth it raise desires, which ever tend
- At once, to their perfeciton and their end.
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- By good I would have holy understood,
- So God she cannot love, but also me,
- The law requires our words and deeds be good,
- Religion even the thoughts doth sanctifie:
- As she is more a maid that ravisht is,
- Then she which only doth but wish amisse.
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- Lust onely by religion is withstood,
- Lusts object is alive, his strength within;
- Morality resists but in cold blood;
- Respect of credit feareth shame, not sin.
- But no place darke enough for such offence
- She findes, that’s watch’t, by her own conscience.
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- Then may I trust her body with her mind,
- And, thereupon secure, need never know
- The pangs of jealousie: and love doth find
- More paine to doubt her false, then know her so:
- For patience is, of evils that are knowne,
- The certaine remedie; but doubt hath none.
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- And be that thought once stirr’d, ’twill never die:
- Nor will grief more mild by custome prove,
- Nor yet amendment can it satisfie,
- The anguish more or lesse, is as our love;
- This misery doth jealousie ensue,
- That we may prove her false, but cannot true.
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- Suspicious may the will of lust restraine,
- But good prevents from having such a will;
- A wife that’s good, doth chaste and more containe,
- For chaste is but an abstinence from ill:
- And in a wife that’s bad, although the best
- Of qualities; yet in a good, the least.
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- To barre the meanes is care, not jealousie:
- Some lawfull things to be avoyded are,
- When they occasion of unlawfull be:
- Lust ere it hurts, is be descry’d afarre:
- Lust is a sinne of two; he that is sure
- Of either part, may be of both secure.
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- Give me next good, an understanding wife,
- By nature wise, not learned by much art,
- Some knowledge on her side, will all my life
- More scope of conversation impart:
- Besides, her inborne vertue fortifie.
- They are most firmly good, that best know why.
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- A passive understanding to conceive,
- And judgement to discerne, I wish to finde:
- Beyond that, all as hazardous I leave;
- Learning and pregnant wit in woman-kinde,
- What it findes malleable, makes fraile,
- And doth not adde more ballast, but more saile.
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- Domesticke charge doth best that sex befit,
- Contiguous businesse; so to fixe the mind,
- That leisure space for fancies not admit:
- Their leysure ’tis corrupteth woman-kind:
- Else, being plac’d from many vices free,
- They had to heav’n a shorter cut than we.
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- Bookes are a part of mans prerogative,
- In formall inke they thoughts and voyces hold,
- That we to them our solitude may give,
- And make time-present travell that of old.
- Our life, fame peeceth longer at the end,
- And bookes it farther backward doe extend.
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- As good, and knowing, let her be discreete,
- That, to the others weight, doth fashion bring;
- Discretion doth consider what is fit,
- Goodnesse but what is lawfull; but the thing,
- Not circumstances; learning is and wit,
- In men, but curious folly without it.
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- To keepe their name, when ’tis in others hands,
- Discretion askes; their credit is by farre
- More fraile than they: on likelihoods it stands,
- And hard to be disprov’d, lusts slanders are.
- Their carriage, not their chastity alone,
- Must keepe their name chaste from suspition.
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- Womans behaviour is a surer barre
- Then is their no: that fairely doth deny
- Without denying; thereby kept they are
- Safe ev’n from hope; in part to blame is she
- Which hath without consent bin only tride;
- He comes too neere, that comes to be denide.
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- Now since a woman we to marry are,
- A soule and body, not a soule alone,
- When one is good, then be the other faire;
- Beauty is health and beauty, both in one;
- Be she so faire, as change can yeeld no gaine;
- So faire, as she most woman else containe.
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- So faire at least let me imagine her;
- That thought to me, is truth: opinion
- Cannot in matter of opinion erre;
- With no eyes shall I see her but mine owne.
- And as my fancy her conceives to be,
- Even such my senses both, doe feele and see.
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- The face we may the seat of beauty call,
- In it the relish of the rest doth lye,
- Nay ev’n a figure of the mind withall:
- And of the face, the life moves in the eye;
- No things else, being two, so like we see,
- So like, that they, two but in number, be.
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- Beauty in decent shape, and colours lies.
- Colours the matter are, and shape the soule;
- The soule, which from no single part doth rise,
- But from the just proportion of the whole.
- And is a meere spirituall harmony,
- Of every part united in the eye.
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- Love is a kind of superstition,
- Which feares the idoll which it self hath fram’d:
- Lust a desire, which rather from his owne
- Temper, then from the object is inflam’d:
- Beauty is loves object; woman lust’s to gaine
- Love, love desires; lust onely to obtaine.
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- No circumstance doth beauty beautifie,
- Like gracefull fashion, native comelinesse.
- Nay ev’n gets pardon for deformity;
- Art cannot ought beget, but may increase;
- When nature had fixt beauty, perfect made,
- Something she left for motion to adde.
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- But let the fashion more to modesty
- Tend, then assurance: modesty doth set
- The face in her just place, from passions free,
- ’Tis both the mindes, and bodies beauty met;
- But modesty no vertue can we see;
- That is the faces onely chastity.
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- Where goodnesse failes, ’twixt ill and ill that stands:
- Whence ’tis, that women though they weaker be,
- And their desire more strong, yet on their hands
- The chastity of men doth often lye:
- Lust would more common be then any one,
- Could it, as other sins, be done alone.
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- All these good parts a perfect woman make:
- Adde love to me, they make a perfect wife:
- Without her love, her beauty should I take,
- As that of pictures; dead; that gives it life:
- Till then her beauty like the sun doth shine
- Alike to all; that makes it, only mine.
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- And of that love, let reason father be,
- And passion mother; let it from the one
- His being take, the other his degree;
- Selfe-love (which second loves are built upon)
- Will make me (if not her) her love respect;
- No man but favours his owne worths effect.
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- As good and wise; so be she fit for me,
- That is, to will, and not to will, the same:
- My wife is my adopted selfe, and she
- As me, so what I love, to love must frame:
- For when by mariage both in one concurre,
- Woman converts to man, not man to her.