The Bride by Samuel Rowlands
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But this vnto you lustly I obiect, In the defence of each beloued mayde, _Virginity_, is life of chast respect, No worldly burden thereupon is layd: Our syngle life, all peace and quiet bringes, And we are free from carefull earthly things. We may doe what we please, goe where we list, Without pray _husband will you giue me leaue_ Our resolutions no man can resist, Our own's our owne, to giue or to receiue, We live not under this same word obay: _Till Death depart us_, at our dying day. We may delight in fashion, weare the same, And chuse the stuffe of last devised sale: Take Taylors counsell in it free from blame, And cast it off assone as it growes stale: Goe out, come in, and at selfe pleasure liue, And kindly take, what kind youngmen do giue. Wee have no checking churlish taunts to feare us, We have no grumbling at our purse expence: We seeke no misers favour to forbeare us, We use no houshold wranglings and offence: We have no cocke to over crowe our combe, _Cate_. |
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