And, for the wrong which he had offerd me, He vowde me greater friendship than before; My false accusers lost their libertie, And, next their liues, I could not challenge more: This valerous champion, having here made an end, bowed himselfe. Then Fame with her owne hand gently laid his head vpon a soft downy pillow wrought with gold, and set with pearle, and so leauing him, and the rest, to the happinesse of their sweete sleepe, commanded Clio to claspe vp the booke, wherein she had written the deedes of these nine worthies, and, as her leysure serued her, to publish it to the viewe of the worlde, that euery one might read their honourable actions, and take example by them to follow vertue, and aspire to honour; and the rather, quoth she, because I would haue malicious mindes that enuye at the deserts of noble citizens, by proofe of these mens worthinesse, to repent their contempt, and amend their captious dispositions, seeing that from the beginning of the world, and in all places of the world, citizens haue flourished and beene famous; as in Rome, Cæsar; in Athens, Themistocles; and, in Carthage, Hannibal; with an infinite number more, that were, by byrth, citizens, by nature martiall, and by industrie renowned. And so they departed from Elisian; and, within a while after, Clio, according to the charge was giuen her, sent forth this pamphlet of her poems. THE LEVELLERS: A Dialogue between two young Ladies, concerning Matrimony, Proposing an Act for Enforcing Marriage, for the Equality of Matches, and Taxing single Persons. With the Danger of Celibacy to a Nation. Dedicated to a Member of Parliament. London; Printed and sold by J. How, at the Seven Stars in Talbot Court, in Grace-church-street, 1703. Quarto, containing thirty-two pages. An Epistle to a Member of Parliament. Honoured Sir, Our fore-fathers, if not now in being, have passed an act, prohibiting the importation of foreign, and for the encouragement of the breed of English cattle, which, I am told, has much raised the price of land in England. With submission to your better judgment, I think, an act, for increasing the breed of Englishmen, would be far more advantageous to the realm. Some say, That our ships are the walls of our island; but I say, Our men are the walls, the bulwarks, and fortresses of our country. You can have no navies, nor armies, without men; and, like prudent farmers, we ought always to keep our land well stocked. England never prospered by the importation of foreigners, nor have we any need of thein, when we can raise a breed of our own. What you have here presented, is a discourse of two young ladies, who, you find, are very willing to comply with such an act, and are ready to go to work for the good of their country, as soon as they shall have a legal authority; of which, if you are the happy instrument, you will have the blessing of ten-thousand damsels, and the thanks of Your humble servant, POLITICA. POLITICA and Sophia, two young ladies of great beauty and wit, having taken lodgings together, this summer, in the country, diverted themselves in the evenings by walking to a certain shadow, which they might justly call their own, being frequented by none but themselves and the harmonious society of the wood. Here they consumed the happy minutes, not in idle chat peculiar to the ladies of the court and city; they did not dispute the manner of dressing, the beauties and foil of the commode and top-knot, nor the laws and administration of the attiring-room. They talked of nobler subjects, of the beauty and wonderful creation of Almighty God, and of the nature of man, the Lord of the universe, and of the whole dominions of nature. Pity it is we cannot procure all that these ladies have so privately, as they thought, discoursed; but we are very happy in having what follows, which came to our knowledge by a mere accident. A gentleman, lodging in the neighbourhood, one evening, taking a walk for his recreation, haply laid himself down behind a hedge, near the very shadow frequented by these ladies; he had not lain long, before these angels appeared at a distance, and he, peeping through the boughs (which served as a telescope to bring the divine objects nearer his view) was extremely ravished with their beauty; but, alas! What was the beauty of their faces to that of their minds, discovered to this happy man by the soft and charming eloquence of their tongues? And no man in the world was better qualified to give an account of this noble dialogue, than this person, he being an accurate short-hand writer, and had been pupil to Mr. Blainey in that science, and very happily had, at that time, pen, ink, and paper about him; he heard with amazement their discourse on common affairs, but, when the charming Sophia had fixed on a subject, he began to write as follows: Sophia. My dear sister, how happy are we in this blessed retirement, free from the hurry of the noisy town! Here we can contemplate on the wonders of nature, and on the wisdom of the great founder of the universe. Do you see how the leaves of this thicket are grown, since we first retired to its shadow? It now affords us a sufficient shelter from the heat of the sun, from storms, and rain; see yonder shrub, what abundance of cyors sprout from its root? See yonder ewes, with their pretty lambs skipping and dancing by their sides. How careful is nature to propagate every part of the handy-work of the Almighty! But you and I, my Politica, are useless creatures, not answering the end of our creation in the propagation of our species, for which, next the service of our Creator, we came into the world. This is our sin, and we ought to be transgressors no longer. Politica. Every creature desires to propagate its species, and nature dictates to every part of the creation the manner of doing it. The brute beasts are subservient to this law, and wholly answer the end of their creation. Now there is the same desire in mankind; but we, who are endowed with noble faculties, and who have countenances erected to behold the wonders of God in the firmament of heaven, look so far into the earth, that we sink beneath the dignity of beasts. In being averse to generation, we offer violence to the laws of God and nature imprinted on our minds. What she can say, that nature does not prompt her to the propagation of her species? Which, indeed, is one argument of the immortality of the soul; for the rational faculties concur with the dictates of nature in this point. We are, as it were, immortal upon earth, in our surviving children. It is a sort of hyperbole, but it is as near truth as possibly can be. We are all of us desirous of life; and, since, being mortal, we cannot for ever inhabit this glorious world, we are willing to leave our children in possession. Politica. I cannot agree with you, Madam, that it is our fault we do not propagate our species, at least, I am sure, it is none of mine; I am young, and healthy, and beautiful enough, and nature daily tells me what work I ought to do; the laws of God circumscribe the doing of it; and yet, notwithstanding my conformity to both, you know, my circumstances will not admit of marriage. Sophia. The impulse of nature in me, in that respect, is as great as it can be in you, but still under the regulations of the strictest rules of virtue. The end of our creation might be better answered, were not the matrimonial knot to be tied only by the purse-string. I can say, I am young and beautiful, and that without any vanity. This Mr. Hknows well enough; he loves me intirely, and, I am sure, had rather live all his life-time with me in a garret, on the scrag-end of a neck of mutton, than with the lady his father proposes; but the old curmudgeon will not let his son have the least thoughts of me, because the muck, my father has left me, will not fill so many dung-carts, as he can fill for his son. It is even true, what the parson said, Matrimony is become a matter of money.' This is the reason, that you and I stick on hand so long, as the tradesmen at London say, when they cannot put off their daughters. Politica. Matrimony is, indeed, become a mere trade; they carry their daughters to Smithfield, as they do horses, and sell to the highest bidder. Formerly, I have heard, nothing went current in the matrimonial territories, but birth and blood; but, alas! this was in the antiquated times, when virtue and honour was a commodity in England, and when the nobility and gentry were in possession of large estates, and were content to live upon them, and keep courts of their own in the country; but, since they abandoned the state and grandeur of their fore-fathers, and became courtiers, and extravagantly wasted their substance in polluted amours in the city, they have no way to repair the cracks in the estates, but by marrying of fortunes; and, if the woman be a fortune, it is no matter how she is descended; gold is the quarry they fly at. I remember some old verses to this purpose: 'Gold marriages makes, 'tis the center of love; 'For gold makes lords bow to the brat of a broom-man. These verses are older than either you, or I, and yet they are true in our time. Sophia. Aye, madam, too truc, I find it so; but, methinks, it is a mere way of selling children for money, when, poor creatures, they often purchase what will be a plague to them all their life-time, a cursed ill-natured shrew, or a beastly, ill-conditioned husband. Let me live a maid to the last minute of my life, rather than thus to lose my content, my peace of mind, and domestick quiet, and all this for the inconsiderable trifle of a large bag of money for my portion. Let the old curmudgeons keep the golden coxcombs, their sons, for the best market. Heaven send me a spouse, that has sense enough to despise a bargain in petticoats with abundance of money and no brains! Methinks, a Smithfield match is so very ridiculours, that it might pauseate a half-witted courtier. How ridiculous is it for an old miser to shew the portion first, and his daughter afterwards! And, when both parties are agreed upon the price, then miss goes off, coarse or handsome, good or ill-natured, it is no matter. I fancy, an old miser, exposing his daughter to sale, looks like a country farmer selling his white-faced calf in the market, or like a grasier enhancing the price of a ragged, scrubby ox, from the consideration of abundance of tallow he will turn out. Even just such a thing is a Smithfield match; and, as soon as the miser has struck the bargain for his daughter, away he goes to the parson's toll-book, and there is an end of the matter. Politica. It is even so; but it is a cursed wicked way of wedding; it is perfect kidnapping children in the marriage plantations. This practice is contrary to the laws of nature and God. Those pretty birds, you now hear singing over our heads, last Valentine's Day, chose every one his mate, without the direction, or approbation of their parents. The scripture says (I think it is in the sixth of Genesis, and the second verse) That the sons of God saw the daughters of men, that they were fair; and they took them wives of all which they chose. Do but mind this text of scripture, it is very much to our purpose; it is not there said, That the sons of God saw the daughters of men, that they had abundance of money, but they were fair, i. e. they were such as were beautiful and lovely. This was the attractive of courtship. It is not here said, that the old misers, as now, carried their sons and daughters to marriage-fair, and swopped one for the other, with so much money and the vantage; but here the sons are left to chuse themselves wives, and they chose such as were fair, even just such as my beautiful Sophia. And let me make this farther remark, That, for chusing such wives, they are called the Sons of God'. Hence it naturally follows, That whosoever do chuse wives after any other manner are the sons of the Devil; and thus the young sold couple are the son and daughter of the devil, and the old miser, that sold them, is the devil's brother-inlaw, and so they are matched into a very fine family. Sophia. Truly, sister, I am apt to think, God Almighty has nothing to do with such matches, though we have a common proverb in England, That matches are made in heaven;' I can truly say, as the country wench did, 'They are a long time in coming down.' I have waited for one a great while to no purpose; my money will not grow to the height of a husband, though I water it with tears, and air it with sighs; but, prithee, sister, let us contrive some way or other how to remove this great evil, this grievance of celibacy, under which the nation groaneth. I can take it to be nothing less than a national judgment, when our men, the strength of our kingdom, are daily consumed and wasted away by the wars, and there is no care taken of a supply. Our ships and armies, in a short time, will want soldiers; but this is none of our fault; you and I would endeavour at a race of heroes for the service of our country, if we could come honestly at the instru ments which make them. Politica. It is very true; but the remedy: In the first place, sister, let us consider the causes of the evil, and then the remedy. Begin, madam, let me hear your opinion of the cause of this evil. Sophia. Non e fitter than your judicious self to lead the way in this argument. But, however, madam, I will obey your command; and I think it is a want of virtue both in young men and women, that is the chief cause of this destructive evil. Out of civility to the man, I will begin first with our own sex. I am ashamed, and blush to speak it, how many lewd creatures there are of our sex both in the town and country; were there not so many whores, there would be more wives. The vicious sort of men are by them kept from marrying; for it is mere virtue must confine a man to a married state, where he has an uninterrupted converse with womankind as seldom and as often as he pleases, without confinement to any particular person or temper. This made a nobleman say, that Two things could never be wanted in London, a wife and a watch; because one may have a whore, and see what it is a clock, at the end of every street," The numerous company of strumpets and harlots, in London, makes the lewd sort of men out of love with matrimony. Nay, I have heard them say, "There is no woman honest after the age of fifteen." I know |