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And if my right hand fail to second thee, Then for a Peasant let me counted be. Nay, stay fair Nymph, I would request A private Conference with you. If that I could with my affairs dispense, I gladly should embrace your Conference: But my occasions bid me haste away; Sweet Sir, adieu; I can no longer stay. I that of late was made of Scythian snow, And Hyperborean ice, am now quite thawed In the uncessant flames of hot desire. A new Vesuvius burns within my breast, But shall I overturn those noble trophies Which I most firmly have on virtue sounded; Or shall I sing the wings of reason so, In the outrageous flames of passion; That I must needs fall down and perish quite In the black hideous gulf of deep despair, No: no: I will not, Of this I am resolved whatsoe'er befall, Or not to love too much, or not at all. BOld foolish wickedness is that Which walks by day, exposed to the world's eye. Sin is the daughter of the darkest night, And therefore doth abhor to come to light. Give me that coal black sin that can lie hid. Under the candid robes of seeing sanctity; Which dares put out the perspicacious eyes Of those that shall attempt to find her out. Come dull Agnostus, let us disguise ourselves And be prepared to act some stratagem To eclipse the glory of these festivals. This robe of virtue doth belong to me; This goodly veil shall hide my black intents. Thus personated, I durst undertake To rend a well woven state in factious pieces; To win the ears of mighty Potentates; And hoodwink Kings, that they should neither see To do what's just, nor hear the piteous cries Of those that are oppressed. But that thou, Agnostus, mayst second my designs, 'Tis very fit thou shouldst be thus accoutered. My dear Poneria, I am yours. Then first unto thy chin we must apply This Philosophical besom. Now is the old proverb really performed, More hair than wit. How like a Senator he looks? What a world of gravity's harboured in that beard? Surely the world can take him for no other Than the third Cato that should fall from heaven. But here's the Ensign of learning, The badge of the seven Liberal Sciences, Operculum ingenij, the silken Case of wit, The Cap of knowledge; Clap this upon thy Empty hog shed, put this on, and then thy head Will become a Helicon, and thy brain a Pyrene. It fits me exceeding well. Dost not perceive thy head begin to ache With mere abundance of knowledge? Now, methinks, I could confute a College of Divines A Synod of Doctors, a Lycaeum of Philosophers; Yet methinks my brains are not right, And somewhat too weak to maintain a paradox.
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And if my right hand faile to second thee, Then for a Peasant let me counted be. Nay, stay faire Nimph, I would request A private Conference with you. If that I could with my affaires dispense, I gladly should imbrace your Conference: But my occasions bid mee hast away; Sweet Sr, adieu; I can no longer stay. I that of late was made of Scythian snow, And Hyperborean ice, am now quite thaw'd In the uncessant flames of hot desire. A new Vesuvius burnes within my brest, But shall I overturne those noble trophies Which I most firmely have on vertue sounded; Or shall I singe the wings of reason so, In the outragious flames of passion; That I must needs fall downe and perish quite In the blacke hideous gulfe of deepe despaire, No: no: I will not, Of this I am resolv'd whatso're befall, Or not to love too much, or not at all. BOld foolish wickednesse is that Which walks by day, expos'd to the world's eie. Sinne is the daughter of the darkest night, And therefore doth abhorre to come to light. Give me that cole blacke sinne that can lye hid. Vnder the candid robes of seeing sanctity; Which dares put out the perspicacious eyes Of those that shall attempt to find her out. Come dull Agnostus, let us disguise our selves And be prepar'd to act some stratagem To eclipse the glory of these festivals. This robe of vertue doth belong to me; This goodly vaile shall hide my blacke intents. Thus personated, I durst undertake To rend a well woven state in factious peeces; To win the eares of mighty Potentates; And hood-winke Kings, that they should neither see To doe what's iust, nor heare the pitteous cryes Of those that are opprest. But that thou, Agnostus, maist second my designes, 'Tis very fit thou shouldst be thus accouter'd. My deare Poneria, I am yours. Then first unto thy chin we must apply This Philosophicall beesome. Now is the old proverbe really perform'd, More haire than wit. How like a Senator he lookes? What a world of gravity's harbour'd in that beard? Surely the world can take him for no other Than the third Cato that should fall from heaven. But here's the Ensigne of learning, The badge of the seven Liberal Sciences, Operculum ingenij, the silken Case of wit, The Cap of knowledge; Clap this upon thy Empty hog shead, put this on, and then thy head Will become a Helicon, and thy braine a Pyrene. It fits me exceeding well. Dost not perceive thy head begin to ake With meere abundance of knowledge? Now, me thinks, I could confute a Colledge of Divines A Synod of Doctors, a Lycaeum of Philosophers; Yet me thinkes my braines are not right, And somewhat too weake to maintaine a paradox.