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WIFE. MAID.

I have a daughter equals you, my Girl!

The daughter doth excel the mother, then,
As pearls are better than the mother of pearl!
Maids lose their value, when they match with men!

WIDOW. The man with whom I matched, his worth was such, As now I scorn a Maid should be my peer! But I will scorn the man you praise so much! For Maids are matchless! and no mate can bear.

MAID.

WIFE. WIDOW. MAID.

Hence is it that the Virgin never loves;

Because her like, she finds not anywhere!
For likeness evermore affection moves:

Therefore the Maid hath neither Love, nor peer!

Yet many Virgins, married Wives would be!
And many a Wife would, be a Widow fain!
There is no Widow but desires to see

(If so she might !) her maiden days again!

WIDOW. There never was a Wife that liked her lot!
WIFE. Nor Widow, but was clad in mourning weeds!
MAID.
Do what you will! marry, or marry not!

WIFE.

MAID.

WIFE.
WIDOW.

Both this estate, and that, repentance breeds!

But she that this estate, and that, hath seen,
Doth find great odds between the Wife and Girl!
Indeed she doth! as much as is between

The melting hailstone and the solid pearl!

If I were Widow, my merry days were past!

Nay! then you first become sweet Pleasure's guest! For Maidenhead is a continual fast! WIFE. And Marriage is a continual feast!

MAID. Wedlock indeed hath oft compared been

WIFE.

MAID.

WIFE.

MAID.

To Public Feasts, where meet a public rout: Where they that are without, would fain go in; And they that are within, would fain go out!

Or to the jewel, which this virtue had:

That men were mad till they might it obtain; But when they had it, they were twice as mad, Till they were dispossessed of it again!

Maids cannot judge! because they cannot tell
What comforts and what joys in marriage be!
Yes! Yes! Though blessed Saints in Heaven do dwell;
They do the souls in Purgatory see!

If every Wife do live in Purgatory,

Then sure it is that Widows live in bliss;
And are translated to a state of glory!

But Maids, as yet, have not attained to this!

Not Maids! To spotless Maids this gift is given,
To live in incorruption from their birth;

And what is that, but to inherit Heaven!

Even while they dwell upon the spotted Earth :

The perfectest of all created things;

The purest gold, that suffers no allay;

The sweetest flower that on th' earth's bosom springs;
The pearl unbored, whose price no price can pay ;

The crystal glass, that will no venom hold;
The mirror, wherein Angels love to look;
DIANA's bathing fountain, clear and cold;

Beauty's fresh rose; and Virtue's living book.

WIFE.

Of Love and Fortune both, the Mistress born;
The sovereign spirit, that will thrall to none;
The spotless garment, that was never worn;
The princely eagle, that still flies alone.

She sees the World; yet her clear thought doth take
No such deep print as to be changed thereby:
As when we see the burning fire doth make
No such impression as doth burn the eye.

No more, sweet Maid! Our strife is at an end!
Cease now! I fear we shall transformèd be
To chattering pies! as they that did contend
To match the Muses in their harmony!

WIDOW. Then let us yield the honour, and the place; And let us both be suitors to the Maid! That, since the Goddess gives her special grace, By her clear hands the off'ring be conveyed!

MAID.

Your speech, I doubt, hath some displeasure moved;
Yet let me have the offering, I will see!

I know She hath both Wives and Widows loved;
Though She would neither Wife nor Widow be!

YET OTHER TWELVE WONDERS

OF THE WORLD.

I. THE Courtier.

LONG have I lived in Court: yet learned not, all this while, To sell poor Suitors smoke! nor where I hate, to smile! Superiors to adore; Inferiors to despise!

To fly from such as fall; to follow such as rise!

To cloak a poor desire under a rich array!

Not to aspire by vice! though 'twere the quicker way.

II. THE DIVINE.

My Calling is divine; and I from GOD am sent.
I will no chop-church be; nor pay my Patron rent!
Nor yield to sacrilege! but, like the kind true mother,
Rather will lose all the child, than part it with another!
Much wealth I will not seek! nor worldly masters serve;
So to grow rich and fat, while my poor flock doth starve.

III. THE SOLDIER.

My Occupation is the noble trade of Kings!
The trial that decides the highest right of things!
Though MARS my master be, I do not VENUS love;
Nor honour BACCHUS oft; nor often swear by JOVE!
Of speaking of myself, I all occasion shun;

And rather love to do, than boast what I have done.

IV. THE LAWYER.

The Law my Calling is! My robe, my tongue, my pen, Wealth and Opinion gain; and make me judge of men. The known dishonest Cause, I never did defend!

Nor span out Suits in length: but wished and sought an end.

Nor counsel did bewray; nor of both parties take;
Nor ever took I fee, for which I never spake.

V. THE PHYSICIAN.

I study to uphold the slippery state of Man;

Who dies, when we have done the best, and all, we can! From practice, and from books, I draw my learned skill; Not from the known receipt of 'Pothecary's bill.

The earth, my faults doth hide! The World, my cures doth see! What Youth and Time effect is oft ascribed to me.

VI. THE MERCHANT

My trade doth every thing to every land supply,
Discover unknown coasts, strange countries doth ally.
I never did forestall! I never did ingross!

Nor custom did withdraw; though I returned with loss!
I thrive by fair exchange, by selling and by buying;
And not by Jewish use, reprisal, fraud, or lying!

VII. THE COUNTRY GENTLEMAN.

Though strange outlandish spirits praise towns, and country scorn,
The country is my home! I dwell where I was born!
There profit and command, with pleasure I partake;
Yet do not hawks and dogs, my sole companions make!
I rule; but not oppress! end quarrels; not maintain!
See towns; but dwell not there, t' abridge my charge, or train!

VIII. THE BACHELOR.

How many things, as yet, are dear alike to me!

The field! the horse! the dog! love! arms! or liberty!
I have no wife, as yet; whom I may call mine own!
I have no children yet; that by my name are known!
Yet, if I married were, I would not wish to thrive,
If that I could not tame the veriest shrew alive!

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