42. The Advise.
1
I am big-belli'd with desire
To court thine ears with admonition,
Lest thou art melted by the fire
Of such as unto thee petition
2
To crop thy Virgin blooms, and then
Will leave the branches bare and base:
Of such licentious greedy men
As leave poor Ladies in disgrace;
3
Who (Jason-like) will never spare
To spoil the cask, so they can get
What Jewels it includeth rare;
Ev'n for the Gem spoil th' Cabinet.
4
Attend not to Mercurian lips,
Gay raiment, or Atalanta's balls,
If once thy foot in publick slip,
Thousands will lurk to give thee falls.
5
And this sage counsel I bequeath
You for your good, because I see,
By the inticement of a breath,
You fell so gently down for me.