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Though people now walk in great fear
Thieves shall then tremble at the Law;
And the King's foes ashamed remain.
The Parliament must willing be,
That now these bloody wars may cease.
So then I can tell, all things will be well,
When all these things, to pass shall come;
That Peace may govern in his name!
When the King comes home in peace again.
GOD SAVE THE KING! AMEN.
BEAUTY and LovE once fell at odds;
Nor art thou longer fair, or sweet;
'Away, fond Boy!' then BEAUTY said,
'Twas I begot thee, mortals know;
And called thee, "blind Desire." I made thy arrows, and thy bow; And wings to kindle fire!'
To punish this proud Maid.
So Beauty, ever since, hath been
But courted for an hour!
To love a day, is now a sin
UPON HIS CONSTANT MISTRESS.
SHE 's not the fairest of her name;
But yet She conquers more than all the race! For She hath other motives to inflame,
Besides a lovely face!
There's wit and constancy;
And charms that strike the soul more than the eye! 'Tis no easy Lover knows, how to discover
But yet She is an easy book,
Written in plain language for the meaner wit; A stately garb, and yet a gracious look;
With all things justly fit.
But Age will undermine
This glorious outside, that appears so fine!
Shrinks, and gives her over;
Then, She's only mine!
To the Platonic, that applies
His clear addresses only to the Mind;
The body but a Temple signifies,
Wherein the Saint 's inshrined.
To him, it is all one,
Whether the walls be marble, or rough stone! Nay, in Holy Places which old Time defaces, More devotion 's shown!
PHILARCHUS. PHILORTHUS. ANARCHUS.
WHY, Shepherd, there's the Plot! The surest way To take the fish, is give her leave to play; And yield her line. He best can cure the cause, That marks th' effect. Evil manners breed good laws. The wise Assembly, knowing well the length Of the rude popular foot, with what a strength The vulgar fancy still pursues the toy That 's last presented, leaves them to enjoy Their uncontrollèd wills; until they tire, And quickly surfeit on their own desire: Whose wild disorders secretly confess Needful support of what they'd most suppress. But who comes here? ANARCHUS!
'Tis the same.
How like a meteor, made of zeal and flame,
The man appears!
Or like a blazing star!
Portending change of State, or some sad War,