So God in Eve did perfect man, begun ; Eve, and the world to come, in Eve he made. We are two halfes: whiles each from other straies Both barren are; joind, both their like can raise. At first, both sexes were in man combinde, Eve from live-flesh, man did from dust proceed. Man did but the well-being of this life From woman take; her being she from man: And at the end of all her sex, began: Mariage their object is; their being then, Mariage; to all whose joyes two parties be, Wherein the very act is chastity, Whereby two soules into one body go. Which makes two, one; while here they living be, And after death in their posterity. God to each man a private woman gave, We fill but part of time, and cannot dye, Nature is Gods, art is mans instrument. Now all mans art but only dead things makes, But herein man in things of life partakes. For wandring lust; I know 'tis infinite, This instant doth not feele, of that before. Woman is not lusts bounds, but woman-kinde; One is loves number: who from that doth fall, Hath lost his hold, and no new rest shall find; Vice hath no meane, but not to be at all. A wife is that enough; lust cannot find: Bate lust the sin, my share is ev'n with his, Mariage our lust (as 'twere with fuell fire) Or rather let me love, then be in love; Beasts likenesse lies in shape, but ours in mind: Our soules no sexes have, their love is cleane, sex, both in the better part are men. No But physicke for our lust their bodies be, But onely shells for our posterity, Their soules were giv'n lest men should be alone: For, but the soules interpreters, words be, Without which, bodies are no company. That goodly frame we see of flesh and blood, But only that holds a soule within. And all the carnall beauty of my wife, For bodies when they meet, to satisfie. All shapes, all colours, are alike in night, And those, but the first weeke; by custome are Nor can that beauty, lying in the face, Nor can that beauty by enjoying we Make ours become; so our desire growes tame, We changed are, but it remaines the same. Birth, lesse then beauty, shall my reason blinde, Her birth goes to my children, not to me: Vertue, then passive from her ancestry; In the degrees, high rather, be she plac't, And love doth only but the present see; [same Things were first made, then words: she were the With, or without, that title or that name. As for (the oddes of sexes) portion, Not for good parts, those two are ill combin'd, Rather then these the object of my love, |