I .late made me a man, andgave mefenfe Changing of Nature is a vain pretenfe : It taught me to love women, honour, eafe, And every thing that Both my fenfes pleafe. Spirit. Nature bathmade thee Rational ; and Reafon Mull rule the fenfe, in ends, degrees and feafon. Reafon's the rider : fenfe is but the horfe Which then is fitted to dire thy courfe ? Give up the reins, and thou becom'ft a beall Thy fall at death will fadly end thy feaft. Flefh. Rcligi6wU a dull andheavy thing, Whereas a merry cup will make me fang. Love's entertainments warm bothheart andbrain : Andwind myfancy to the highefifirain. Spirit. Cupid hat h cluck a feather in thy cap ; And thee dead afleep on Venti's lap : Thybrainsare tipled with fome wantons eyes t ThyReafon isbecome Lull's facrifice. Playing a game at Folly, thou haft loft Thy wit, and foul, and winnefl to thy colt. Thy foul now in a filthy channel lies, While fancy feems to fore above the skies. Beautywill foon he ftinking loathfom earth Sicknefs and death marr all the wantons mirth. It is not all thepleafure thou canfl find Will countervail the fling that's left behind. Elind, brutifh fouls 1 that cannot love their God I And yet candoteron a defiled clod I Hari. Why/iv/dd./ thinkof .what rillbe to morrow ? ounce_of mirth islii0.th apoundofLorrow: But where's that g Thrth# 11 ei ff t i rrow ' s ` oS:4,teak' et*. thee ? Will it then hold when lifeandGod irfakei
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