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Rh S. Dull heretick! thou would'st say, He that is gone to heaven's gone astray: Brohall, our gallant friend, Is gone to church, as martyrs to the fire: Who marry, differ but i' th' end, Since both do take The hardest way to what they most desire. Nor staid he till the formal priest had done; But, ere that part was finisht, his begun: Which did reveal The haste and eagerness men have to seal, That long to tell the money. A sprig of willow in his hat he wore— The loser's badge and liv'ry heretofore, But now so ordered, that it might be taken By lookers-on, forsaking as forsaken: And now and then A careless smile broke forth, which spoke his mind, And seem'd to say she might have been more kind. When this (dear Jack) I saw, Thought I, How weak is lover's law! The bonds made there (like gipsies' knots) with ease Are fast and loose, as they that hold them please. B. But was the fair nymph's praise or power less, That led him captive now to happiness, 'Cause she did not a foreign aid despise, But enter'd breaches made by others' eyes? S.The gods forbid! There must be some to shoot and batter down, Others to force and to take in the town. To hawks (good Jack) and hearts There may Be sev'ral ways and arts: One watches them perchance, and makes them tame; Another, when they're ready, shews them game.

these lines do find you out, Putting or clearing of a doubt; Whether predestination, Or reconciling three in one, Or the unriddling how men die, And live at once eternally,