Eleg: 9.a| |
Allthough thy hand, & fayth & good works too [f. 19] |
Haue seald thy love wch nothing should vndoo, |
yea though thou fall back, yt Apostasee |
Confirme thy love; yet much much I feare thee. |
Women are like the Arts: forc'd vnto none |
Open to all Searchers; vnpris'd if vnknowne. |
If I haue caught a bird, & let him fly |
Another fowler vsing those meanes as I |
May catch ye same bird, and as these things bee |
Women are made for men, not him nor mee. |
Foxes & Gotes, All beasts change when they please |
Shall women more hott, wyly, wild then these |
Be bound to one man, and did Nature then |
Id'ly make them apter to'endure then men? |
They are or cloggs & their owne: if a man bee |
Chaynd to a Galley, yet the Galley is free. |
Who hath a plowland casts all his seed corne there |
And yet allows his ground more corne should beare. |
Though Danuby into ye Sea must flow |
The Sea receaves ye Rhene, Volga, and Po. |
By Nature wch gaue it, this libertee |
Thou lov'st, but Oh, canst thou love it & mee? |
Liknes glues love: Then yf so thou do |
To make vs like & love, must I change to? |
More then thy hate, I hate it: rather let mee |
Allow her change, thē change as ofte as shee. |
And so not teache, but force my opinione |
To love not any one, nor euery one. |
To live in one land, is Captiuity, |
To run all Cuntryes a wild roguery. |
Waters stinck soone yf in one place they bide |
And in ye vast Sea are worse putrifide: |
But when they kisse one banke & leauing this |
Neuer looke backe but the next banke do kis |
Then are they purest. Change is the Nurcery |
Of Musick, Ioye, Life, & Eternity. |