The Bride by Samuel Rowlands
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But I perswade me tis but rashly spoken,
And therefore _Mary_ make no foolish vow, For if you doe in conscience t'will be broken: Say you doe meane to keepe you free from man, But to be sure, still put in _If you can_. Or else you may presume aboue your power, Twixt words and deedes, great difference often growes, You may be taken such a louing hower, Your heart may all be _Cupids_ to dispose: Then vve shall haue you sicke, & pine and grieue, And nothing but a husband can relieue. Aske but your elders that are gone before, And the'le say marry maide as we haue done, Twixt twelue and twenty open loue the doore, And say you vvere not borne to liue a Nonne: Vnperfect female, liuing odde you are, Neuer true euen, till you match and paire. Iust-_Nature_ at the first this course did take, Woman and man deuided were in twaine, But by vniting both did sweetely make, Deuisions blisse contenfull to remaine, Which well made lawe of _Nature_ and of kinde, To matters reasonles doe nothing binde. Nothing vnfit, nothing vniust to doe, But all in order orderly consisting, Then what seeme they that wil not ioine their two |
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