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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A41691	Love given o're, or, A Satyr against the pride, lust, and inconstancy &c. of woman	Brown, Thomas, 1663-1704.; Gould, Robert, d. 1709?	1682 (1682)	Wing G1422; ESTC R28042	8,250	18

Love given o're OR A SATYR AGAINST THE Pride Lust and Inconstancy c. OF WOMAN LONDON Printed for Andrew Green M. DC LXXXII TO THE READER THE Pious Endeavours of the Gown has not prov'd more ineffectual in the reclaiming the Errors of a vitious Age than Satyr the better way tho' less practis'd the amendment of Honesty and good Manners amongst us Nor is it a wonder when we consider that Women as if they had the ingredient of Fallen-Angel in their composition the more they are lash'd are but the more hardned in Impenitence and as Children in some violent Distemper commonly spit out those cherishing Cordials which if taken might chace away the Malady So they inspir'd as 't were with a natural aversness to Vertue despise that wholsom Counsel which is Religiously design'd for their future good and happiness Judge then if Satyr ever had more need of a sharper sting than now when he can look out of his Cell on no side but sees so many Objects beyond the reach of indignation Nor is it altogether unreasonable for me while others are lashing the Rebellious Times into Obedience to have one fling at Woman the Original of Mischief Altho' I 'me sensible I might as well expect to see Truth and Honesty uppermost in the World as think to be free from the Bitterness of their Resentments But I have no reason to be concern'd at that since I 'me certain my design 's as far from offending the good if there are any amongst 'em that can be said to be so as those few that are good would be offended at their Reception into the Eternal Inhabitations of Peace to be Crown'd there with the Sacred Reward of their Labours As for those that are ill if it reflect on them it succeeds according to my wish for I have no other design but the amendment of Vice which if I could but in the least accomplish I should be well pleas'd and not without reason too for it must needs be a satisfaction to a young unskilful Archer to hit the first Mark he ever aim'd at Farewell Love given o're OR A SATYR AGAINST WOMAN AT length from Love's vile Slav'ry I am free And have regain'd my ancient Liberty I 've shook those Chains off which my bondage wrought Am free as Ayr and unconfin'd as thought For faithless Silvia I no more adore Kneel at her feet and pray in vain no more No more my Verse shall her fled worth proclaim And with soft praises celebrate her Name Her Frowns do now no awful terrours bear Her Smiles no more can cure or cause despair I 've banish'd her for ever from my Breast Banish'd the proud Invader of my rest Banish'd the Tyrant Author of my woes That robb'd my Soul of all its sweet repose Not all her treach'rous Arts bewitching Wiles Her Sighs her Tears nor her deluding Smiles Shall my eternal Resolution move Or make me talk or think or dream of Love The whining Curse I 've banish'd from my Mind And with it all the thoughts of Womankind Come then my Muse and since th' occasion 's fair 'Gainst the lewd Sex proclaim an endless War Which may renew as still my Verse is read And live when I am mingl'd with the dead Discover all their various sorts of Vice The Rules by which they ruine and intice Their Folly Falshood Lux'ry Lust and Pride With all their num'rous Race of Crimes beside Unvail 'em quite to ev'ry vulgar Eye And in that shameful posture let 'em lie Till they as they deserve become to be Abhorr'd by all Mankind as they 're abhorr'd by me Woman by Heav'ns the very Name 's a Crime Enough to blast and to debauch my Rhime Sure Heav'n it self intranc't like Adam lay Or else some banish'd Fiend usurp't the sway When Eve was form'd and with her usher'd in Plagues Woes and Death and a new World of Sin The fatal Rib was crooked and unev'n From whence they have their Crab-like Nature giv'n Averse to all the Laws of Man and Heav'n O Lucifer thy Regions had been thin Were 't not for Womans propagating Sin 'T is they alone that all true Vices know And send such Throngs down to thy Courts below More Souls they 've made obedient to thy Raign Than Heav'n and Earth and Seas beside contain True the first Woman gave the first bold Blow And bravely sail'd down to th' Abyss below But had the great Deed still been left undone None of the daring Sex no hardly one But in the very self-same path would go Tho' sure 't wou'd lead 'em to eternal woe Find me ye pow'rs find one amongst 'em all That does not envy Eve the glory of the Fall Be cautious then and guard your Empire well For shou'd they once get power to rebel They 'd surely raise a Civil-War in Hell Add to the pains you feel and make you know W' are here above as Curst as you below How happy had we been had Heav'n design'd Some other way to propagate our kind For whatso'ere those All-discerning Pow'rs Created sweet Wife Nauseous Wife turn'd sow'r Debauch'd th' innocent Ambrosial mea And like Eves Apple made it Death to eat But curst be the vile Name and curst be they Who are so tamely Dull as to obey The Slaves they may command Is there a Dog Who when he may have freedom wears a Clog But Man base Man the more imprudent Beast Drags the dull weight when he may be releas't May such ye Gods too many such we see While they live here just only live to be The marks of Scorn Contempt and Infamy But if the Tyde of Nature boist'rous grow And would Rebelliously its Banks o'reflow Then chuse a Wench who full of lewd desires Can meet your flouds of Love with equal fires And will when e're you let the Deluge flie Through an extended Sluce strait drain it dry That Whirl-pool Sluce which never knows a Shore Ne're can be fill'd so full as to run ore For still it gapes and still cries room for more Such only damn the Soul but a damn'd Wife Damns that and with it all the Joys of Life And what vain Blockhead is so dull but knows That of two Ills the least is to be chose But now since Womans boundless Lust I name Womans unbounded Lust I 'le first proclaim Trace it through all the secret various ways Where it still runs in an eternal Maze And show that our lewd Age has brought to view What impious Sodom and Gomorrah too Were they what once they were would blush to do True I confess that Rome's Emperial Whore More Fam'd for Lust than for the Crown she wore Aspir'd to Deeds so impiously high That their immortal Fame will never die Into the publick Stews disguis'd she thrust To quench the raging Fury of her Lust Her part against th' Assembly she made good And all the Sallies of their Lust withstood And drain'd 'em dry exhausted all their store Yet all could not content th'