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Chastitie and Lust.
Lewd speech strikes blushes in a Uirgins face,
Chastity is ever the Zeale of grace,
Staffe of Devotion, Enemy to Lust,
In death true comfort; the Marke of the Just.
Sister of Angells, and the Virgin Tie
Which cleaves to God, gaines sweete Eternity.
When Lust with all her paint, Curles, purles. & pride
(Swelling in pompe) is but a nastie Hide
A most infectious foe; foe to the Purse,
Foe to the Person, and which makes it worse,
The Conscience corrosive, confounding witt,
The minds Canker, soules burning Feaver fitt.
Chastity is ever the Zeale of grace,
Staffe of Devotion, Enemy to Lust,
In death true comfort; the Marke of the Just.
Sister of Angells, and the Virgin Tie
Which cleaves to God, gaines sweete Eternity.
When Lust with all her paint, Curles, purles. & pride
(Swelling in pompe) is but a nastie Hide
A most infectious foe; foe to the Purse,
Foe to the Person, and which makes it worse,
The Conscience corrosive, confounding witt,
The minds Canker, soules burning Feaver fitt.
Mong all enticements, pleasures quaffing Boule,
All the sharpe combats of a Christian soule,
None feircer then the warrs of a Chast mind,
Ther's a continuall Fight; which good Men find
Never subdu'd without wet eies, true care,
In praying; Why? the victory is rare.
All the sharpe combats of a Christian soule,
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Ther's a continuall Fight; which good Men find
Never subdu'd without wet eies, true care,
In praying; Why? the victory is rare.
Chastities still, in danger 'mong delights,
As Truth in much talke; Souldiers in fierce fights.
The walls of Chastity once batter'd downe,
Maides loose their Honour, Vertues rich renowne.
As Truth in much talke; Souldiers in fierce fights.
The walls of Chastity once batter'd downe,
Maides loose their Honour, Vertues rich renowne.
O Lust, what's thy delight? thy full fruition
Of Pleasure; but the Path way to Perdition,
Scandall, dishonour, foule reproach and shame,
Will blast thy being, blot out thy good name.
“O happie is that Man, happie the Maide
“That's Chast; cleare consciences are ne'r afraid
Of Iudgement, Death, and hell; no sad affright,
Tortures the mind that's chast; ther's true delight.
Witnesse the two-fold feare that do's belong
To Chastity and Lust; feare to doe wrong
And grieve her Husband, is the chast wifes part,
She feares her slack of Love; lest he depart,
Gives no crosse words, no angry lookes nor sowre,
Nor do's she seeme to lumpe, to powte, to lowre.
She feares t'offend her husband, shunnes all strife
To gaine his Presence; which she loves 'bove life.
Of Pleasure; but the Path way to Perdition,
Scandall, dishonour, foule reproach and shame,
Will blast thy being, blot out thy good name.
“O happie is that Man, happie the Maide
“That's Chast; cleare consciences are ne'r afraid
Of Iudgement, Death, and hell; no sad affright,
Tortures the mind that's chast; ther's true delight.
Witnesse the two-fold feare that do's belong
To Chastity and Lust; feare to doe wrong
And grieve her Husband, is the chast wifes part,
She feares her slack of Love; lest he depart,
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Nor do's she seeme to lumpe, to powte, to lowre.
She feares t'offend her husband, shunnes all strife
To gaine his Presence; which she loves 'bove life.
But the lewd Harlot, when her Mate's from home,
Feare makes her wish, that he might never come.
Lest his approach unlook't for terrifie,
And catch her in her base Adultery.
Shee's fill'd with feare, doubts, starts least creeke o'th doore,
O'tis a dreadfull sinne to be a Whore.
Beauty in the Face, and Lust within the heart
Kills Soule and Body, ruines ev'ry part:
Strike me Eternall Essence with the dart
Of Saint-like Chastitie; give me a heart
Of flesh; so chastly pleasing, that poore I
May live in Chastity; a chast soule die.
Feare makes her wish, that he might never come.
Lest his approach unlook't for terrifie,
And catch her in her base Adultery.
Shee's fill'd with feare, doubts, starts least creeke o'th doore,
O'tis a dreadfull sinne to be a Whore.
Beauty in the Face, and Lust within the heart
Kills Soule and Body, ruines ev'ry part:
Strike me Eternall Essence with the dart
Of Saint-like Chastitie; give me a heart
Of flesh; so chastly pleasing, that poore I
May live in Chastity; a chast soule die.
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