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Rh You, that have promis'd to yourselves Propriety in love, Know women's hearts like straw do move, And what we call Their sympathy, is but love to jet in general.

All mankind are alike to them; And, though we iron find That never with a loadstone join'd, 'Tis not the iron's fault, It is because near the loadstone it was never brought.

If where a gentle bee hath fall'n, And laboured to his power, A new succeeds not to that flower, But passes by, 'Tis to be thought, the gallant elsewhere loads his thigh.

For still the flowers ready stand: One buzzes round about, One lights, one tastes, gets in, gets out; All all ways use them, Till all their sweets are gone, and all again refuse them.

mighty princes poets are! those things The great ones stick at, and our very kings Lay down, they venture on; and with great ease Discover, conquer what and where they please. Some phlegmatic sea-captain would have staid For money now, or victuals; not have weigh'd Anchor without 'em; thou, Will, dost not stay So much as for a wind, but go'st away, Land'st, view'st the country; fight'st, put'st all to rout, Before another could be putting out! And now the news in town is, Dav'nant's come From Madagascar, fraught with laurel home: And welcome, Will, for the first time; but prithee In thy next voyage bring the gold too with thee.