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 And to thoe daintie limms which nature lent For gentle uage, and oft delicacie? But you invert the cov'nants of her trut, And harhly deale like an ill borrower With that which you receiv'd on other termes, Scorning the unexempt condition, By which all mortall frailty mut ubit, Refrehment after toile, eae after paine, That have been tir'd all day without repat, And timely ret have wanted, but faire virgin This will retore all oone.
 * La. T'will not fale traitor,

T'will not retore the truth and honetie That thou hat banih't from thy tongue with lies, Was this the cottage, and the afe abode Thou told't me of? what grim apects are thee, Thee oughly-headed monters? Mercie guard me! Hence with thy brewd inchantments foule deceiver, Hat thou betray'd my credulous innocence With vior'd falhood, and bae forgerie, And wouldt thou eek againe to trap me here With lickerih baits fit to ennare a brute? Were it a draft for Iuno when he banquets I would not tat thy treaonous offer; none But uch as are good men can give good things, And that which is not good, is not delicious To a wel-govern'd and wie appetite.
 * Co. O foolihnee of men! that lend their eares

To thoe budge doctors of the Stoick furre, And fetch their præcepts from the Cynick tub, Praiing the leane, and allow Abtinence. Wherefore did Nature powre her bounties forth With