The anxious matrons, with their foolish zeale, Are the last votaries, and their appeale Is all for beauty; with soft speech, and slow, The mother never thinks can be too faire. But sad Lucretia warnes to wish no face Like her's: Virginia would bequeath her grace To crooke-backe Rutila in exchange; for still The fairest children do their parents fill With greatest cares; so seldome chastitie Is found with beauty; though some few there be That with a strict, religious care contend Th' old, modest, Sabine customes to defend : Besides, wise Nature to some faces grants An easie blush, and where shee freely plants, A lesse instruction serves: but both these joyn'd, At Rome would both be forc'd or else purloyn'd. So steel'd a forehead Vice hath, that dares win, And bribe the father to the children's sin; But whom have gifts defiled not? what good face Did ever want these tempters? pleasing grace Betraies it self; what time did Nero mind Misprinted 'why'. G A course, maim'd shape? what blemish'd youth confin'd His goatish pathick? whence then flowd these joies Of a faire issue? whom these sad annoies Waite, and grow up with; whom perhaps thou❜lt see Publick adulterers, and must be Subject to all the curses, plagues, and awe Of jealous mad men, and the Iulian law; So they be rich; Servilia is as good With wealth, as shee that boasts Iulus blood: But thou wilt say what hurts a beauteous skin Unnatural lust. G. With a chaste soule ? aske Theseus' sonne, and him That Stenoboa murther'd; for both those Be ruin'd by the emp'rour, or her lust; All in the face of Rome, and the world's eye, And augures to't; and to compleat the sin In solemne forme, a dowrie is brought in ; All this thoul't say-in private might have past, But shee'le not have it so; what course at last? What should he doe? If Messaline be crost, Without redresse thy Silius will be lost; Hippolytus, who resisted the advances of his stepmother Phaedra. Bellerophon was tempted by Stheneboea, and treated as Joseph by Potiphar's wife. Cf. Horace (C., iii. 7-17). G. Cf. Satire vi. 115. G. If not, some two daies length is all he can So fatall beauty is, and full of wast, That neither wanton can be safe, nor chast. Yet that thou may'st have something to com- With thankes unto the gods for what they send; T That starts not at misfortunes, that can sway, An honest want, before rich injurers; All this thou hast within thy selfe, and may Be made thy owne, if thou wilt take the way; What boots the world's wild, loose applause ? what [can] Fraile, perillous honours adde unto a man? What length of years, wealth, and a rich faire wife? Vertue alone can make a happy life. To a wise man nought comes amisse but we |