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With ſuch a full and unwithdrawing hand,
Covering the earth with odours, fruits, and flocks
Thronging the ſeas with ſpawne innumerable
But all to pleaſe, and ſate the curious taſt?
And ſet to work millions of ſpinning worms,
That in their green ſhops weave the ſmooth-hair'd ſilk
To deck her Sons, and, that no corner might
Be vacant of her plentie, in her owne loyns
She hutch't th'all worſhipt ore, and precious gems
To ſtore her children with; if all the world
Should in a pet of temperance feed on Pulſe,
Drink the clear ſtreame, and nothing weare but Freize,
Th'all-giver would be unthank't, would be unprais'd,
Not halfe his riches known, and yet deſpis'd,
And we ſhould ſerve him as a grudging maſter,
As a penurious niggard of his wealth,
And live like Natures baſtards, not her ſons,
Who would be quite ſurcharg'd with her own weight,
And ſtrangl'd with her waſt fertilitie;
Th'earth cumber'd, and the wing'd aire dark't with plumes,
The heards would over-inultitude their Lords,
The ſea ore-fraught would ſwell, and th'unsought diamonds
Would ſo emblaze the forehead of the Deep,
And ſo beſtudde with ſtars that they below
Would grow inur'd to light, and come at laſt
To gaze upon the Sun with ſhameleſs brows.
Liſt Ladie be not coy, and be not coſen'd
With that ſame vaunted name Virginitie,
Beautie is natures coine, muſt not be hoorded,
But muſt be currant, and the good thereof
Conſiſts in mutuall and partaken bliſſe,
Vnſavourie in th'injoyment of it ſelfe
