 | Andromeda Liberata |  |
But as your cupping glasses still exhale
The humour that is euer worst of all
Jn all the flesh: So these spic't conscienc't men
The worst of things explore still, and retaine.
Or rather, as in certaine Cities were
Some ports through which all rites piaculare,
All Executed men, all filth were brought,
Of all things chast, or pure, or sacred, nought
Entring or issuing there: so curious men,
Nought manly, elegant, or not vncleane,
Embrace, or bray out: Acts of staine are still
Their Syrens, and their Muses: Any ill
Js to their appetites, their supreme good,
And sweeter then their necessary food.
All men almost in all things they apply
The By the Maine make, and the Maine the By.
The humour that is euer worst of all
Jn all the flesh: So these spic't conscienc't men
The worst of things explore still, and retaine.
Or rather, as in certaine Cities were
Some ports through which all rites piaculare,
All Executed men, all filth were brought,
Of all things chast, or pure, or sacred, nought
Entring or issuing there: so curious men,
Nought manly, elegant, or not vncleane,
Embrace, or bray out: Acts of staine are still
Their Syrens, and their Muses: Any ill
Js to their appetites, their supreme good,
And sweeter then their necessary food.
The By the Maine make, and the Maine the By.
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