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128 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1647
By the faith I have
In mine own noble will, that childish woman
That lives a prisoner to her husband's pleasure
Has lost her making, and becomes a beast,
Created for his use, not fellowship.
I [have] seen her within these three days kiss him / with such an appetite as though she would eat him.
When they [lovers] cant [speak] (for 'tis a kind of canting) / you shall hear, if you reach to understand 'em [...] / such gibb'rish, such "believe me!", "I protest, sweet!" / And, "oh, dear Heavens, in which such constellations / reign at the birth of lovers!" This is too well! / And, "deign me, lady, deign me, I beseech you, / your poor unworthy lump" -- and then... she licks him!
Be quiet, wench! Thou shalt be done, and done, / And done, and double done, or all shall split for't!