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Your nerves are all chain'd up in alabaster, 660
And you a statue, or as Daphne was
Root-bound, that fled Apollo.

LAD. Fool, do not boast,

Thou canst not touch the freedom of my mind With all thy charms, although this corporal rind Thou hast immanacled, while heav'n sees good. COм. Why are you vext, Lady? why do you frown?

Here dwell no frowns, nor anger; from these gates

Sorrow flies far: See, here be all the pleasures That fancy can beget on youthful thoughts, When the fresh blood grows lively, and returns Brisk as the April buds in primrose-season. And first behold this cordial julep here,


That flames, and dances in his crystal bounds,
With spirits of balm, and fragrant syrups mix'd.
Not that Nepenthes, which the wife of Thone 675
In Egypt gave to Jove-born Helena,

Is of such pow'r to stir up joy as this,
To life so friendly, or so cool to thirst.
Why should you be so cruel to yourself,

C72 julep] Llewellyn's Poems, p. iii.

There no cold Julep can relieve
Those who in eternal fevers grieve.'

Sylvester's Du Bartas, p. 83.

'I'll fetch a Julep for to cool your blood.'

679 cruel] Shaksp. Son. i.

'Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self so cruel.' Todd.

And to those dainty limbs which Nature lent 680 For gentle usage, and soft delicacy?



invert the covenants of her trust, And harshly deal, like an ill borrower,

With that which you receiv'd on other terms;
Scorning the unexempt condition

By which all mortal frailty must subsist,
Refreshment after toil, ease after pain,

That have been tir'd all day without repast,
And timely rest have wanted; but, fair Virgin,
This will restore all soon.

LAD. 'Twill not, false traitor,

"Twill not restore the truth and honesty



That thou hast banish'd from thy tongue with lies.
Was this the Cottage, and the safe abode
Thou toldst me of? What grim aspects are these,
These ugly-headed monsters? Mercy guard me!
Hence with thy brew'd inchantments, foul de-

Hast thou betray'd my credulous innocence
With visor'd falsehood and base forgery?
And would'st thou seek again to trap me here
With liquorish baits fit to ensnare a brute?
Were it a draft for Juno when she banquets,


I would not taste thy treasonous offer; none
But such as are good men can give good things,
And that which is not good, is not delicious
To a well-govern'd and wise appetite.


COм. O foolishness of men! that lend their



To those budge doctors of the Stoic fur,
And fetch their precepts from the Cynic tub,
Praising the lean and sallow Abstinence.
Wherefore did Nature pour her bounties forth,
With such a full and unwithdrawing hand,
Covering the earth with odours, fruits, and flocks,
Thronging the seas with spawn innumerable,
But all to please, and sate the curious taste?
And set to work millions of spinning worms, 715
That in their green shops weave the smooth-hair'd

To deck her sons; and that no corner might
Be vacant of her plenty, in her own loins [gems,
She hutch'd th' all-worshipp'd ore, and precious
To store her children with: if all the world
Should in a pet of temp'rance feed on pulse,
Drink the clear stream, and nothing wear but


707 budge] Skeltons Magnificence, 4to. p. 13. In the stede of a budge furre.' Rump Songs (1662) p. 211.With Presbyterian budge.' Rowland's Satires, Sat. 2. p. C. 3. His Jacket fac'd with moth eaten budge.' Bugg, Buge, Budge, is lamb's fur.—Budge Batchlors, a company of poor old men clothed in long gowns lined with lamb's fur, who attend on the Lord Mayor the first day he enters on his office. Cullum's H. of Haustead, p. 11.

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707 fur] Shirley's Triumph of Peace, p. 2. a grim philosophical-fac'd fellow in his gowne furr'd.' Brome's Love-sick Court, p. 141. He clothes his words in furrs and hoods.' P. Plowman, p. 35. That Physicke shall his furr'd hood for his fode sell.' And Censura Literaria, vol. vii. p.18.

710 Nature] Heywood's Golden Age, p. 56. 4to. 1611.

Th' all-giver would be unthank'd, would be un



Not half his riches known, and yet despis'd;
And we should serve him as a grudging master,
As a penurious niggard of his wealth;
And live like Nature's bastards, not her sons,
Who would be quite surcharg'd with her own

And strangled with her waste fertility;

Th' earth cumber'd, and the wing'd air dark'd with


The herds would over-multitude their lords,


The sea o'erfraught would swell, and th' unsought diamonds

Would so emblaze the forehead of the deep,
And so bestud with stars, that they below
Would grow inur'd to light, and come at last 735
To gaze upon the sun with shameless brows.
List, Lady, be not coy, and be not cozen'd
With that same vaunted name Virginity.
Beauty is Nature's coin, must not be hoarded,
But must be current, and the good thereof
Consists in mutual and partaken bliss,
Unsavoury in th' enjoyment of itself;
If you let slip time, like a neglected rose
It withers on the stalk with languish'd head.
Beauty is nature's brag, and must be shown
In courts, in feasts, and high solemnities,

730 air] See Drayton's Polyolbion, Song 25. p. 1156.
732 The sea] See Benlowes's Theophila, st. xvii. p. 97.




Where most may wonder at the workmanship;
It is for homely features to keep home,
They had their name thence; coarse complexions,
And cheeks of sorry grain, will serve to ply
The sampler, and to tease the huswife's wool.
What need a vermeil-tinctur'd lip for that,
Love-darting eyes, or tresses like the morn?
There was another meaning in these gifts,
Think what, and be advis'd, you are but young yet.
LAD. I had not thought to have unlockt my
In this unhallow'd air, but that this juggler [lips


748 homely] The same turn of expression in the opening of the Two Gent. of Verona :


Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits.' Newton. Middleton's Mich. Terme, p. 14,

'Let coarser beauties work within,

Whom the light mocks; thou art fair and fresh.'

748 keep home] so Plauti Menochm. act. 1. sc. i. 29. Domi domitus fui.'

751 tease] Juv. Sat. vi. 289. Vellere Tusco vexate duræque manus.' Fleming's Virgil, p. 14. Wenches toozing wool. Shakespeare's Poems, p. 200, teasing wool.'

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752 vermeil-tinctur'd] Lucr. ii. 500. colore.' Benlowes's Theophila, p. 2. 'Crouch low! Oh, vermeil tinctur'd cheek!'-The last mention of this word' vermeil, as applied to the cheek, I know, is in Fielding's Love in Several Masques, act i. sc. 5. Lord Formal says, 'It has exagitated my complexion to that exorbitancy of vermeille,' &c.

753 tresses] Hom. Od. v. 390. Nonni Dionysiaca, xi. 388. Εϋσμηρίγγος "Ηοῦς. Stanley's Poems, p. 47.

'She whose loosely flowing hair

Scatter'd like the beams o' the morn.'

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