1Who can but pity this poor
2Which was so
kind and constant to her love?
3And since his death, his loss she doth
4For his dear sake, she’ll never couple more.
wanton blood doth nimbly flow,
6Warmed with the spring, hers then runs cool and slow.
Nor Valentine, though ’tis a tempting tide,
Can make her say her chaste resolve’s aside.
9Not like that wanton and
10Who, losing one, a second, and a third,
12Who had a
score of husbands at the least.
thralldom she deserves to have,
14Who, being freed so oft, would be a slave,
15Shame of her sex! O, let her loathéd name
16Be ne’er enrolléd in the book of fame,
Alcestis’s and Artemisia’s story
18Be still remembered to her endless glory.
Deborahs and Annas sure have been,
20But in this age of ours, few such are seen.
Then, ladies, imitate this turtledove,
22And constant be unto one only love.
23Then if your husbands
rant it high and
Be sure you double not their guilt and shame.
Hyde Park, Hanes, Oxford John’s and Kate,
Spring, Mulberry Garden: let them have a date.
27Buy not these
follies at so dear a rate.
28These places I know only by their names,
29But ’tis these places which do blast your fames.
30Who would with their dear reputation part
31To eat a
scurvy cheesecake or a tart?
32For such poor follies, who abroad would roam?
Have we not better every day at home?
34They say to plays and taverns some do go;
35I say no modest ladies will do so.
36Though countess, duchess, or
37Those places haunt, their follies run not after.
38Be modest then and follow mine advice;
39You’ll find that virtue’s pleasanter than vice.
anchorites I would not have you turn,
nor be your husband’s urn,
42But chastely live and rather spend your days
43In setting forth your great Creator’s praise,
44And for diversion pass your idle times
As I do now, in writing harmless rhymes.
Then for your honor’s and your fair soul’s sake,
47Both my example and my counsel take:
In fine, love God, the fountain of all good,
those ahead by marriage, grace, and blood,
To let’s live here in chaste and virtuous love,
51As we’ll go on eternally above.
52Then, O my God, assist me with Thy grace,
53That when I die, I may but change my place.