His tongue that had false-sworn so oft Within his mouth doth glow and burn And thus in torment in his sin But in the maws of carrion crows, For widows' curses have full oft Still heavenly angels fight. For when King Henry the Sixth by force By crook-back'd Richard's power, She so exclaimed to the heavens, Her curses so prevale, God wir Both crook-back'd Richard and his mates For widows' wrong spierce the pane And heaven itself will still revenge Take heed, take beed, you wanL FOUL, Lest for your lust and lechery, Leave off your foul abuses, You shew to maids and wires, And by this wanton merchant's fall, Learn how to mend your lives. Becomes it thee to triumph so? What saucy merchant speaketh now, Art thou so blind thou knowest not how My son doth shoot no shaft in waste, To me the boy is bound, He never found a heart so chaste, Not so, fair Goddess, quoth Free-will, If I in thee rejoice. And when I yield myself a slave To thee, or to thy son, Such recompence I ought not have, If things be rightly done. Why, fool, stept forth Delight, and said, When thou art conquer'd thus, Then lo dame Lust, that wanton maid,' Thy mistress is I wus: And Lust is Cupid's darling dear, She creeps the milk-warm flesh so near, Where many privy thoughts do dwell, A heaven here on earth, For they have never mind of hell, Be still, Good-meaning, quoth Good-sport, Let Cupid triumph make, For sure his kingdom shall be short, If we no pleasure take. Fair Beauty, and her Play-feres gay, Shall sit, and with their fingers play, If Honest-meaning fall to frown, Indeed, quoth Wit, this your device |