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The Antiplatonick.
For shame thou everlasting Woer,
Still saying grace, and never falling to her!
Love that's in contemplation plac't,
Is Venus drawn but to the wast.
Unlesse your flame confesse it's gender,
And your parley cause surrender,
Y'are Salamanders of a cold desire,
That live untoucht amid the hottest fire.
Still saying grace, and never falling to her!
Love that's in contemplation plac't,
Is Venus drawn but to the wast.
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And your parley cause surrender,
Y'are Salamanders of a cold desire,
That live untoucht amid the hottest fire.
What though she be a Dame of stone
The Widdow of Pigmalion;
As hard and unrelenting she,
As the new-crusted Niobe;
Or what doth more of Statue carry,
A Nun of the Platonick Quarry?
Love melts the rigor which the rocks have bred,
A flint will break upon a feather-bead.
The Widdow of Pigmalion;
As hard and unrelenting she,
As the new-crusted Niobe;
Or what doth more of Statue carry,
A Nun of the Platonick Quarry?
Love melts the rigor which the rocks have bred,
A flint will break upon a feather-bead.
For shame you pretty female Elves,
Cease for to candy up your selves:
No more you sectaries of the Game,
No more of your calcining flame.
Women commence by Cupids Dart,
As a King hunting dubs a Hart,
Loves votaries inthral each others soul,
Till both of them live but upon Paroll.
Cease for to candy up your selves:
No more you sectaries of the Game,
No more of your calcining flame.
Women commence by Cupids Dart,
As a King hunting dubs a Hart,
Loves votaries inthral each others soul,
Till both of them live but upon Paroll.
Vertues no more in Woman-kind
But the green sicknesse of the mind.
Philosophy, their new delight,
A kind of Char-coal appetite.
There's no Sophistry prevails,
Where all convincing love assails;
But the disputing petticoat will warp,
As skilfull gamsters are to seek at sharp.
But the green sicknesse of the mind.
Philosophy, their new delight,
A kind of Char-coal appetite.
There's no Sophistry prevails,
Where all convincing love assails;
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As skilfull gamsters are to seek at sharp.
The Souldier that man of Iron,
Whom ribs of Horror all inviron;
That's strung with Wire, instead of Veins,
In whose embraces you'r in chaines,
Let a magnetick girl appear,
Straight he turns Cupids Cuiraseer.
Love storms his lips, and takes the Fortresse in,
For all the brisled Turn-pikes of his chin.
Whom ribs of Horror all inviron;
That's strung with Wire, instead of Veins,
In whose embraces you'r in chaines,
Let a magnetick girl appear,
Straight he turns Cupids Cuiraseer.
Love storms his lips, and takes the Fortresse in,
For all the brisled Turn-pikes of his chin.
Since Loves Artillary then checks
The breast-works of the firmest sex,
Come lets in affections riot,
Th'are sickly pleasures keep a Diet:
Give me a lover bold and free,
Not Eunucht with formality:
Like an Enbassador thats beds a Queen
With the nice Caution of a sword between.
The breast-works of the firmest sex,
Come lets in affections riot,
Th'are sickly pleasures keep a Diet:
Give me a lover bold and free,
Not Eunucht with formality:
Like an Enbassador thats beds a Queen
With the nice Caution of a sword between.
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