Flamma sine Fumo or, poems without fictions. Hereunto are annexed the Causes, Symptoms, or Signes of several Diseases with their Cures, and also the diversity of Urines, with their Causes in Poetical measure. By R. W. [i.e. Rowland Watkyns] |
The Harlot. |
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The Harlot.
Pestis Reipublicæ.
The Harlot is the broad way unto hell,
A laborinth, a ditch, a poisnous well;
She is a nightly glow-worm: Canker'd brasse;
A common Inne, a sink, a broken glasse.
Her love is lust, her lover is a slave,
Her arms are fetters, and her bed a grave.
She doth perfume her wanton lips, and hair,
When her corrupted breath infects the air:
Some fool will venture for a wanton kisse,
As Eve did for an apple, heavens blisse.
Thus children for a nut will part with gold,
Thus Esau for some broth his birth right sold.
Use thy own fountain; stollen waters please,
Lascivious minds, and breed the souls disease;
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