Charles Cotton

“The Shadows now so long do grow, That Brambles like tall Cedars show, Mole-hills seem Mountains, and the Ant Appears a monstrous Elephant.”

“That man is happy in his share,    Who is warm clad, and cleanly fed, Whose Necessaries bound his Care,    And honest Labour makes his Bed.”

“Woman, man’s greatest woe, or bliss,    Does ofter far, than serve, enslave, And with the Magick of a Kiss,    Destroys whom she was made to save.”

“No, hang me if I ever marry,    Till Womankind grow stancher, I do delight delights to vary, And love not in one Hulk to tarry,    But only Trim and Launch her.”

“... She cries I doe not love her,    And tells me of her Honor; Then have I no way to disprove her, And my true passion to discover,    But streight to fall upon her.”

“My infant love could humbly wait,    When young it scarce knew how To plead; but grown to Man's estate,    He is impatient now.”

“My state is more advanc’d than when    I first attempted thee; I su’d to be a Servant then,    But now to be made free.”

“Though fools spurn Hymen's gentle powers,    We, who improve his golden hours, By sweet experience know    That marriage, rightly understood, Gives to the tender and the good    A paradise below.”