A Souldier animally fraught with store Of mettle is though rugged Gold i th' Oar So well inur'd to hardnesse he dares yeild His Corps to the cold herbage of a Field And in the fury of the fowlest weather There join his Musquet and his Rest together A Roaring Boy HE is the Kingdoms froth the Wisemans Wonder The Coward 's Gallant and the Taverns Thunder A thing disguis'd in Noise and one that findes A great Delight in vying with the VVindes If Man's Life be a blast we cannot form His to be lesse outragious than a storm For at his Midnight Revels in a Tavern He puffs like Boreas from the Northern Cavern VVhere Pots and Bacchanalians look next day Like men whom last nights Tempest cast away His frequent Jests are Blasphemies and swears Such Oaths the Hearers wish â—hey had no Ears Hell-fire he fears not for he knows before He goes the Devil can but make him Roar He is the Devil's Agent to perswade Our younger Frie of Gallants to his Trade VVho doth with such mysterious craft deceive um That they are forc'd to Live by 't ere he leave um A Bail of Dice which ow nothing to Chance VVith cheating Cards are his Inheritance Then for his VVomen he hath choice of Faces Learnedly registred with Common places In his black Book and for a Summ you may VVin on his gentle Nature to betray Your Liberty unto some One which he Vows hath but new lost her Virginity Meerly drawn into it by some great Lord Although by twenty names shee 's on Record In both Bridewels and every Autumn fils A Ream of Paper with her Doctors bils So comes forth like some book that had offended The world newly Corrected and Amended These Creatures Annually do contribute To his Necessity with Buff Red sute Dutch hat and Bilbo that must needs be drawn When any of their Honours lie at pawn By which he gains a liberty to know Their Sensual sheets Cum Privilegio And for a surplusage sometimes his Fate is To get Morbosus Generosus Gratis He talks much of great Houses and 't is true He hath liv'd in them Give the Divell his due The Poultry Woodstreet Newgate and Bridewel A Lordship which he willingly would sell But that it is intail'd and must descend To the Heirs Femal Nay 't is thought his End Will be in some Great Mansion for the Stews May purchase him Thomas or Bartholmews It is most fit Men that have liv'd as he Hath done should end their days in Charity But he 's not come to that yet now he Raigns Like Dominus fac with his Inglorious trains Of new fledg'd Gallantry who spread the street With their pied Plumes Sophistically sweet As the Exchange in Term-time that invites The new-dub'd Ladies of our Country Knights He walks in Westminster where his wise Pate Contrives some Criticism on the State Censures the Reformation and would be Content the People had more Liberty Speaks of Arrears although he nere did wrastle A Fall i th' Businesse beyond Windsor Castle Yet for the Fighting Dialect he talks Most of Duellum where he struts and stalks Extends his large Man-slaying Arm and cries They were too cruell who did first devise This beating Men with Bullets so he might Complain of them which taught them first to fight For any zeal he bears to 't though the Words Of Slaughter VVar Combat drawing Swords He 'll talk of like illiterate Men that throng To hear Orations made in the Greek Tongue Thus is the Bubble blown whom aptly we May term the Blister of Humanity The Timpany of Nature the VVorlds VVen Man in Monstrosity from whom all Men Should flie as from a Plague when Death displays His Mortal VVings in the Canicular Days That but destroys the Corps This kills the Fame Health Wealth Life Soul the Body good Name A Usurer BE it known to all men by these Presents that This great Extortor was a spurious Brat Sprung from the Spawn of Mammon now the Actor Of Man's Confusion Pluto's chiefest Factor Oblig'd unto him in a thousand Scrowles To ingrosse the VVorld and lie Leiger for Souls One blest with Curses and such Men do least Love him in whom he hath most Interest His Life is Contradiction and all His thrifty Actions Paradoxical He 's Poor i th' midst of Plenty and doth grutch Himself enough because he hath too much Extreamly Avaritious yet would die VVith grief were 't not for Prodigality Cruel i th' Act of Charity for when He parts with Coin 't is to undo the Men That have it which if punctually they pay He curseth them because they keep their Day And well he may for it proves fatal to him His very Guardian Angels do undo him Money was onely made for Use yet we In him finde Use the greatest Injury Fear of the latter Day keeps him in aw For he fears Justice though he lives by Law And doth much doubt the fatal Day should come To binder the receiving of a Summ Good Acts and Deeds he loves if they conduce To Gain Seal'd and Deliver'd for his Vse And is so jealous that he will not deal VVith his own Father without Hand and Seal These words in Leases are his Luxurie To have to hold enjoy and occupy VVhich by a vain Construction us'd in Mirth Makes him Incestuous with his Mother Earth He hath a hundred Sutes and yet his Back Knows but one Garment greasie patch'd black As his own in-side He is much at strife That Law can grant no Leases for long Life And gratulates the happinesse of them That liv'd i' th' Days of old Methusalem That he hath read i th' Bible yet his Faith Is more in Statutes than what Scripture saith And like a Sectarist would fain consent To nullifie the Last Commandement Nor doth he like the Second it doth hold Much against Graven Images and Gold To a young Heir he 's worse than all the Birds Of Rapine that the whole Country affords He sucks the Marrow and it doth him good To glut his Avarice with humane Bloud Of undone Debtors till they grow so poor They 're forc'd to beg an Alms at their own Door Gallants more spirited are forc'd to spread Their Wings in other Climes and fight for Bread Knowing not how their Hungers to refresh But with expence of Bloud to purchase Flesh His hoorded Summs are but so many Stealths Conducing to the Bane of Common-wealths The State and People suffer where such Men Ingulf the usefull Treasure so that when A State-securing Army should be paid Unequal Rates unwillingly are layd On weaker Shoulders which too oft have drew in A Forreign Power and prov'd a Nations Ruine Him and a Conjurer Sathan doth fool Alike they both are practiz'd in one School The sweet Sin makes his Intellect so dim He thinks he hath the Devil when he hath Him The Scrivener and the Broker are his two Assisting Suffragans that must undo The sliding Knots of such mens Fortunes which
Death is the Life of Good men and since he Must at the last shew his Mortality Let all great hearts attempt with active power To practise what the Grave can not devour A Complemental Man HE is your humble Servant and can be Two minutes hence so to your Enemie He 's often kissing of your hands as if He meant to play the Complemental thief And bite your Rings off nor doth onely shew An homage to your Hand but to your Toe Therefore by Supervisors much suspected To be a man that 's popishly affected A non Conformist one that hath deny'd all Deity Worship to make Man his Idol He often craves your pardon and will be In fault that you may practise Clemencie He tempts your faith with promises and vows Y' are such a man his Conversation knows No parallel then doth he reckon all The minor Virtues to the Cardinal And cals them yours thanking th' auspicious Star Made your affections first familiar If in this studied Eulogie by chance The wilde uncalculated Fancy glance On some thing that doth tickle your opinion With self-conceit make you your own Minion Ye are caught unknown to him and cannot be Guiltlesse your self of the Conspiracy Therefore in VViser men much doubt it raises Whâ—n the Applause flows from a Flatt'rers praises Like that Philosopher who fell in passion To hear that Bad men gave him Commendation Wondring what Evil he had lately done That might provoke their Approbation His Polite words like over-sweet Perfumes Delight the Nose-thril but the Brain consumes Or ill compounded Viands whose rich Tast Seduce the Sence unto a healthlesse wast But to a man that hath the queint resistance Of keeping his gay Courtship at a Distance That knows his practick Cringe his studied Phrase The starched Beard with the smile-varnish'd Face He hath as little hopes to work upon As on a Saint the Turkish Alcaron Plays and a Dancing school have made him fit To be esteem'd by his own Tribe a VVit And from the Femal sort his smooth words can Gain the applause of pretty Gentleman Civil well spoken that neglects the Road Of common Garb and does it Alle mode A Critick in the fashion and hath speeches In praise of Ribbon points about the breeches Extolling these grave Times that have begun So punctual a Reformation The serving Creatures are his Apes and know His Nod his Smile his Simper and his Bow The Vintners are corrupted with 't and vent Their vilest VVine with deep-fetch'd Complement Calling their fairest rooms furnished in fashion By the queint terms of Good Accommodation And such words squirted through the teeth as when They tast your wine like learned Cellar men Your Plush-tongu'd Mercer to it doth infect Who learns to Cozen you with Great respect And sell his words i th' bargain but you must By your Belief teach him the way to trust We draw so much our Neighbouring Air of France That Complement like an Inheritance Is Native like Diseases of succession And sticks as close as Primitive Transgression What vanity it is i th' open Street Meeting your friend to dance about his feet And he 'bout yours as if you meant to shew The people tricks whether they wil or no Or protest Friendship to the man you Hate And Promise what you vow to Violate Happy those Times that could such Men afford Whose greatest Obligation was a Word Whose if I can I will was of more power And vallid then the Oaths of a whole Hour Vented in this Age when but Clapping Hands Where Seals and Signets Bonds Counterbonds For nothing more hath caus'd this Kingdomes smart Then such division 'twixt the Tongue and Heart A Rustick IS a rude Son of Adam who intends To wear his Fathers Curse at 's Fingers ends His Cattle are so much his Consultation They make him of a Beastly Conversation But his transport of Corn expresses plain 'T is he the Proverb terms A Knave in Grain He is all Mortal and we justly say His Composition is but Grasse and Hay Virgil he knows not yet hath skill concerning Some Practique parcels of Georgick Learning He may arrive at Heaven for each Day His progresse lies thorow some thorny way And should be stout for though his Roof afford No Gun it is defended by the Sword Of glorious Bacon which in rust hangs by To hew the hunger of Posterity These Modern times molest him since mad Blades Have taught him Billets Quarters and Brigades O Horse and Foot which for ought he can finde Are but new Words made to destroy Mankinde He loves no Fighting yet sometimes a large Party of Horse will put him to the Charge But then he brags though he be forc'd to yield His House he will be Master of the Field He 's always doubtfull of his Guests and knows No nice distinction 'twixt his Friends and Foes Which makes him Mute and warily to hide His grave Opinion till he know what side They fight for and doth cunningly prepare For either Party one set Form of Prayer It is a Problem of most hard Digestion If suddenly any propound the Question To have his voluntary quick Consent Whether he be for King or Parlament And puts his Clownship in so deep a Trance He knows not what to plead but Ignorance He would not have the Service Book put down For the two Weather Prayers the onely Crown Of his Devotion which for ought he knows May be some slender Cause that his Grasse grows These cruel Times move him to much remorse Not that they kill the Men but spoil the Horse Eat up the Grasse yet can the sad Assertion Procure no Writ of Trover or Conversion Against the Trespassers whose warlike Words Are Statutes whose Warrants are their Swords Yet though his Corn and Cattle wasted are 'T has vers'd him in the Dialect of War For now he can rehearse to you at large A Troop a March Battalia and a Charge Retreat Relief a Battry and a Call Then from a Colonel to a Corporal Speaks Offices gradatim nay he knows Not onely what the VVords are but the Blows There 's scarce a Woman in his house but she Can naturally train a Company Though he had rather simply understand The down-right thrifty old Words of Command As Gee Ho Ree and his blinde Troopers call By the known names of Dun Sorrell and Ball But now his hopes are and I hope so to That he shall plow in Peace agen and go In safety to the Market though he dwell Till Monday at the Tap 'cause Corn sels well And who doth know but such a time may come When the blown Bag-pipe shall out-vie the Drum And the majestick May-pole have admission To be erected without Superstition When Meg and Margery with Siss and Doll Shall be allow'd to dance their Bellies full And my rude Rustick whom I do confer Honor upon in this wilde Character Shall be a hob nail'd Judge amongst the rest And gravely give his Censure who doth best
Contemn the paltry Pride of being Rich Thus doth he waste his ne'r-returning years In Dayly Stratagems and Nightly Fears Whilest the poor Widows Tears Orphans Cries Like the first Bloud-shed do ascend the Skies Till Death's Arrest his greedy Corpes assail With such an Action that admits no Bail But must Eternally in Prison lie Who all his Life dealt in Security A Prison A Prison is a Period of the Law A living Sepulcher where Men do draw No Air but what proceeds from sad Complaints A Purgatory from the which no Saints But Angels can release them 'T is the place Where Wildest Men gain the habitual grace Of being Staid and though they are bereft Of other Chattels have a House still left Admits no Sale which by the great resort May properly be stil'd an Inn's of Court Where Under-graduats that never saw The penal Statutes here do study Law And prove good Counsellers for they importune All Men to Providence by their Mis-fortune It is the Rendezvouz of Raggs a Place So steril men are seldom in good Case They may be Monsters for unthankfull Fate Hath taught them all a trick to be in-Grate 'T is not unfitly call'd Subtletie's Schole Where they can See day at a little Hole And some come hither onely for such ends As may confer a Triall on their Friends A House that little Charity imparts For Men do still condemn their own kinde hearts They are Vessels in a Calm but the Fresh Gale Of a Release makes them to hoise up Sail And lanch into the Deep till now and then Some crosse Windes force them to their Port agen Serjeants are Men of War and do most slaughter Upon the Merchants at an Ebbing Water A Jailor is the Boat-swain who still watches His barbrous time to stow Men under Hatches Juries and Outlaries are Winde and Tide The fatal Upper Deck the Masters side Anchors are Executions and Extents Are the rough Rocks that many a tall ship rents Intricate Cases are the Tacklings which Perplex the Minde and Creditors the Pitch The Law to be the Load-stone doth not grudge Pursers are Counsellers a Pilot Judge Attachments Cables a long Term prevails To be the Mast Chancery Bils the Sails Here such as have profusely rioted May prevent Surfets and be Dieted With publique Charity which I am sure Did never yet beget an Epicure Here they talk any thing for still they cry They can but be in Prison and to die Their Hopes are come to such a low Decrease Daunts not 't is but a new word for Release The un-hung Chambers with the numerous Beds Where open-eyed they lay their carefull Heads Look like Church-yards and we may aptly say Is a fit Embleme for the latter Day Where wth their naked arms stretch'd to the Clouds They rise agen with neither Shirts nor Shrouds The Beds are Dust Worms are the Lice and Fleas The dreadfull Summons are the Jailors Keyes The Bail-dock Purgatory and Guild-hall A Judgement-seat that salves or ruines all All humors in this vacuum are hurl'd To make it an Epitome o th' World 'T is in it self though poor a Corporation For the sad Common-wealths men by gradation Do clime to Offices and with equal Quarter Divide their Power as if the City Charter Were made their Fundamental Here they Marry Remove their Lodgings carry and miscarry Buy sell nor do they want the Worlds Exactions Hold Controversies severall Sects and Factions Lend Money upon Pawns they fight and stab Are cur'd pay Surgeons swear dice drink drab Dance sing write Books in Latin Spanish French Study the Laws in Chanc'ry Vpper Bench And Common Pleas whilest the Mechanick Blades Alter make mend according to their Trades Some men have made this place a Counter-charm That may protect them from a greater harm But in a Word all men shall finde that try 'T is any thing that tends to Misery A Rash Man IS like a Ship mis-guided on a Shelf Un-naturally Out-law'd by Himself He 's Reason's Renegado one with whom The word Consider is too troublesome That doth obey his Passion and Affection Whose Cogitation is the Childe of Action He Loves and Hates but is too quick in Both Accounting Contemplation a cold Sloth Hâ— Doth and then Disputes he is a Man Milde as a Brook Wilde as an Ocean Fierce as a Lion Loving as a Lamb In whom the least proportion that a Dram Conteins of Choller shall beget more spoil Than Flame and Flax incorporate with Oyl Makes in a Magazine that is oblig'd To the Destruction of a Town besieg'd He 's Folly's Fire and fickle Fortune's Frantick Passion 's Petâ—r Love's Blast and Angers Antick His Brain is Flint Heart Steel his wilde Desire Is Tindar he that Crosses him strikes Fire With all his Undertakings he goes on At the same Minute they are thought upon He sayes Consideration is a Crime Fetter'd with Lazinesse it loseth Time And therefore like a forward Man will be Always before his Opportunity But by that kinde of Care he findes the Fate That coming Early onely makes him Late Men of profundity that dare own VVit Know it is two things to be First and Fit In some Imployments He whose sad Condition Upon the Scaffold doth attend Remission May in the Book of his reviving Fate Record in Gold that Time he stay'd so late Then to be First in some such Enterprize Is Ruine by the Rule of Contraries So are a Rash Man's Actions that refuse All Counsel but what Will and Passion chuse He thinks that Temperance and Patience Are onely Words that want Intelligence And where he sees their pure Effects arise He calls it Idlenesse and Cowardise His Ear is open as his Hand is quick To any Sycophant that comes to pick Thanks for some ill-brought News which in his Fury He Credits more than ever Judge did Jury Another Mad-man's Challenge hath the power To call him at a Sacramental hower From the high Altar when the pious Priest Communicates the holy Eucharist With him no Season is unfit to Fight By Day or Night Moon-shine or Candle-light Delay he doubts in such a Case as this Concludes him Coward So indeed He is For perfect valour rightly understood Submits not to the Ebbing or the Floud Of a hot Gall but wisely dares advance His towring head invest with Temperance At such a season when the Deed alone Shall be both Act and Vindication And cannot need that Penitence upon it The tother has I would I had not done it Pray pardon me Let my Repentance wash The thought on 't from you I was much too rash I le make amends And such tame words as wou'd Cause a cold Winter in the flowing Bloud Of a high heart but 't is an equal Sentence That sudden Rashness should meet swift Repentance For commonly to him he doth out-brave This Day to morrow he becomes a Slave He is a wilde head-strong unbroken Colt A Wise man's Warning-piece and the Fools Bolt The Coward 's onely Terrour Natures Bubble The
hellish for he always gains His Sustenance upon the Peoples Pains His Stage is built on Barrel heads but he Is best supported by Infirmitie His new-built Shop looks like an Antick School Where He his Wife a Madman and a Fool Epitomize the world which is the Cause His vain Spectators give him such Applause His Origin of living did consist Much on the Charcoal of an Alchymist Then serv'd a Doctour till his skill did crawl Up to the judgement of a Urinal After he Practiz'd but his Art did lye Most commonly hid Piss-prophesie Which happen'd as infellible as Fate Assisted by a good Confederate The Midwives and the Nurses of the Town Were his Decoys and shar'd till all was known Then he remov'd himself and did repair For health unto some more infectious Air For he is one of such a gross Extraction That nothing keeps him Sound but Putrifaction There his Experiments begins on Rats Practiseth poysons upon Dogs and Cats They are his Patients Knowledge must be won Though it depend upon Destruction Then his large Bils in Text advanced high For an obstruction to all Passers by He plants in publike Places where he pleases To undertake the Cure of All Diseases When all that judgment values not a straw But what lies in Lues Venerea Or some such Paris-practice which implores The vile assistance of unwholsom Whores And all the worth his vacant Skull affords Is but a studied Catalogue of Words Virulent Stranguries intestine Tumours Hypochondriacus Malignant Humours Sordid and sanious Vlcers Phlegmon Fluxions Hepatick Inflamations and Obstructions Hydropick Swellings Fractions Dislocations Gangrena Gangleon with all Vexations And then a more then mortal Patience tames With the impertinence of Authors Names And divine AEsculapius Cornelius Undoubted Dioscorides Farnelius Empedocles Galen Hipocrates Wise Theophrastus and Democrates Albertus Magnus Great Archigines Besides a hundred more which he doth please To coin himself of stranger obstruse stuff Lest his weak brain should not be bad enough Who is his Patient and may justly fear The worst Diseases enter at his Ear Come to his Chamber and his Library Looks like the Study of some Antiquary Adorn'd with the sowr sight of Sceletons Embalmed Limbs strange Beasts and pendant Bones With tedious Lectures on them that would quite Destroy the patience of an Anchorite His Folio Books like some great Conjurers Are madly stain'd with Rubrick Characters Of no Intelligence unless they be The Hieroglyphicks of his Extasie Yet these phantastique toys serve to advance His Name where Money is and Ignorance When in his Chests good store of Coyn is hurld He gains a Pattent to surround the World With no less Mischief although mask'd wth Mirth Then Satan when he compassed the Earth But lest I should by some misconstru'd be That I am Lady Physicks Enemy My just request is that I may refer Them to the title of My Character My Pen shall never fix a stain upon Her For 't is an Art I infinitely honour A Whore THat Cradle-Curs'd Impostor is a Whore Which Bad men most desire yet most Abhor Priz'd in the heat of bloud at costly rate A Dish they feed on surfet and then hate Who traffiques for Diseases spends her Youth In luckless Riot void of Care and Truth That sels her souls Inheritance to win An Heritage in death dear bought with sin If she arrive at Age her best reward Is poor old scorn'd and begs without regard She 's the unhappiest Workman-ship of Nature The foulest Fiend hid in the fairest Creature Damnation cut in Chrystal heaps of Flowers Scatter'd upon a Viper which devours The gathering hand A subtle shining White Path to the Pallace of Eternal Night Stars in deep Waters which when vain men think They shall embrace in the soft Ruine sink A Shrine-like-shewing Sepulcher which owns Nought but the primitive dust of putrid bones The Devils fair Decoy the True-love Cheater Poyson'd Perfumes Suckets that rot the Eater Shipwracks in calmest weather Bels that have But one Tune to the Bride-bed and the Grave They are cold Scythâ—â—n Winters that appear So full of barrenness as if the Year Had forfeited the Spring and would degrade The World of that for which it first was made Your Stately Rich and Lord-beloved Whores Are Treasuries which vilde Extortion stores And studious Riot empties for what they Purloin from One some Other makes away Philosophers in vain you seek to finde Out Local Hel in the vast Air the Winde Or Centre of the Earth for sans dispute 'T is in the bofom of a Prostitute Like Hell they act destruction unto Man No Nation scapes the French the Italian The lofty Spaniard and the lusty Dutch From him whose Age depends upon a Crutch To the unbearded Youth that ne'r put on The long-wish'd Jubilee of Twenty one Men of all Qualities are thus betraid They 're worse than Tributes in th' Low-Countries paid Exactions upon all sorts of Provision Meat drink sleep clothes nay even on mans perdition They do like Vultures on Ill-livers gnaw And are those brittle Ev'dences of Law Examin'd by some over-curious Pate Which forfeit all a wretched Mans estate For leaving out one syllable They be Worse then dead bodies from the fatall Tree Begg'd by Chirurgions and wrought upon To teach a man by such dissection Wherein he is imperfect She is worse Then all Ingredients made into a Curse And though she merit it there 's nothing more Afflicts her then the hateful Name of Whore Which represents the horrour of her shame To profess that which she 's afraid to Name The careless Customs of her curs'd offence Expel the thought of Prayer or Penitence Her tempting Eys are most unhallowed Lamps And like false Coyn which whosoe'r first stamps Though the Contriver subtly may leave it Shall bring in Question all men that receive it Such is a Whore whom Pride and Lust deforms First rots then dies a poyson to the Worms A Virtuous Wife IS to her Husband all we can call good That hath affinity with Flesh and Bloud Her Chaster thoughts are so Divinely swayd Although a Mother she 's a married Maid In that her Conversation doth dispense It self no further then safe Innocence May wisely warrant She 's an Enchiridion To her kinde Consort fill'd with true Religion Which is her highest Learning and the Stone Lay'd to support her Life's foundation Her Passions are so regularly sweet That his Distempers and her Mildenesse meet Like Flint and Feathers for she truly knows From vain Resistance vile Dis-union grows She 's of her Husband's Counsel though respect Instruct her to Advise more than Direct And of his Privacies so wisely wary She may be stil'd his Hearts best Secretary They are so much One that whatsoever Fate Bestows on Him She doth participate His Sorrow is her Sadnesse and his Mirth Occultly doth beget a blooming Birth Of Joyes in Her And as I have been shewn Two Needles touch'd with one Magnetique Stone And fix'd upon their Centers though an Ocean Divide them yet One touch'd gives Tother motion So is it with this loyal Pair of Creatures No Distance makes Antipathy of Natures She is Man's better Genius and it is Almost impossible that any Blisse Should be a stranger to him whilest her Care Devotes her humbled Heart and Knee in Prayer For his Prosperity whose Hands and Eyes Are Sin and Sorrow's sincere Sacrifice Her temperate Speech is so divinely calm And from her Ruby portals spring a Balm So pretious and invaluably Pure That Love makes every Kisse become a Cure She 's never Jealous 'cause she doth not know By what strange means 't is planted or doth Grow Yet rightly thinks they cannot be without The Guilt of Soul who deal too much in Doubt And therefore piously doth well prevent The Plague of both by being Innocent Her Angel-Issue that about her Knee Make her appear as she is true Charity Beget a Joy in her transcend Expressings And prove what they were Meant the Parents blessings At whose Conception she did well agree His Name should rather win priority Than levity of Bloud scorning the shame Which the Act shares should nullifie the Fame Of Generation and that they should be Onely the Fruits of Geniality Her own Example is a powerfull guiding Unto her Servants that prevents all Chiding Or such domestique Noise as makes the Act Of Dehortation worser than the Fact As I have heard an in-harmonious Chime Of Words convert the Counsel to the Crime There is such Language in her Looks her Eye Without a Voice directs a Remedy Which is not so austere but you may spie Love mix'd with Power Meeknesse with Majesty Her Care is in her House where she confines Her Thoughts as well as Feet and much inclines To Uniformity for you shall finde The Order of her Houshold like her Minde â—nd so her Dresse in which she doth comply That cheapest Fitnesse is best Bravery She is the Old man's Crutch the Poor man's Treasure The Rash man's Remedy the Young man's Pleasure The Wise man's Iewell Noble man's Renown The Peasant's Rest the King's imperial Crown The Sick man's Salvatory Souldier's Fort The Merchant's Providence the Pilot's Port Which if he lose He soon shall understand That his worst Ship-wrack was upon the Land But if Grim Death his Lamp of Life shall smother He doth but change one Heaven for Another FINIS * 1 Cor. 10.24 * 1 Pet. 15.16