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76 For what does make it ravishment But b'ing against the mind's consent? A rape that is the more inhuman, For being acted by a woman. Why are you fair, but to entice us To love you, that you may despise us? But though you cannot love, you say, Out of your own fantastic way, Why should you not, at least, allow Those that love you, to do so too: For as you fly me, and pursue Love more averse, so I do you: And am, by your own doctrine, taught To practise what you call a fault. Quoth she, If what you say be true, You must fly me, as I do you; But 'tis not what we do, but say, In love, and preaching, that must sway. Quoth he. To bid me not to love, Is to forbid my pulse to move. My beard to grow, my ears to prick up, Or, when I'm in a fit, to hickup: Command me to piss out the moon, And 'twill as easily be done. Love's power's too great to be withstood By feeble human flesh and blood. 'Twas he that brought upon his knees The hect'ring kill-cow Hercules; Reduc'd his leaguer-lion's skin T' a petticoat, and make him spin: