all things elſe, and to grow wiſe in every thing, but ſtill perſiſts a foole in Woman? The greateſt _Scholler_, if hee once take a Wife, is found ſo unlearned, that he muſt begin his _Horne-booke_, and all is by _Inconſtancy_. To conclude therefore; this name of _Inconſtancy_, which hath ſo much beene poyſoned with ſlaunders, ought to bee changed into _variety_, for the which the world is ſo delightfull, _and a Woman for that the moſt delightfull thing in this world_. [Decoration] 2. _That Women ought to paint._ _Fouleneſſe_ is _Lothſome_: can that be ſo which helpes it? who forbids his Beloved to gird in her waſte? to mend by ſhooing her uneven lameneſſe? to burniſh her teeth? or to perfume her breath? yet that the _Face_ bee more preciſely regarded, it concernes more: For as open confeſſing ſinners are alwaies puniſhed, but the wary and concealing offenders without witneſſe doe it alſo without puniſhment; ſo the ſecret parts needs the leſſe reſpect; but of the _Face_, diſcovered to all Examinations and ſurvayes, there is not too nice a Iealouſie. Nor doth it onely draw the buſie eyes, but it is ſubject to the divineſt touch of all, to _kiſſing_, the ſtrange and myſticall union of ſoules. If ſhee ſhould proſtitute her ſelfe to a more unworthy Man than thy ſelfe, how earneſtly and juſtly wouldſt thou exclaime? that for want of this eaſier and ready way of repairing, to betray her body to ruine and deformity (the tyrannous _Raviſhers_, and ſodaine _Deflourers_ of all Women) what a heynous Adultery is it? What thou loveſt in her _face_ is _colour_, and _painting_ gives that, but thou hateſt it, not becauſe it is, but becauſe thou knoweſt it. Foole, whom ignorance makes happy; the Starres, the Sunne, the Skye whom thou admireſt, alas, have no _colour_, but are faire, becauſe they ſeeme to bee coloured: If this ſeeming will not ſatisfie thee in her, thou haſt good aſſurance of her _colour_, when thou ſeeſt her _lay_ it on. If her _face_ bee _painted_ on a Boord or Wall, thou wilt love it, and the Boord, and the Wall: Canſt thou loath it then when it ſpeakes, ſmiles, and kiſſes, becauſe it is _painted_? Are wee not more delighted with ſeeing Birds, Fruites, and Beaſts _painted_ then wee are with Naturalls? And doe wee not with pleaſure behold the _painted_ ſhape of Monſters and Divels, whom true, wee durſt not regard? Wee repaire the ruines of our houſes, but firſt cold tempeſts warnes us of it, and bytes us through it; wee mend the wracke and ſtaines of our Apparell, but firſt our eyes, and other bodies are offended; but by this providence of Women, this is prevented. If in _kiſſing_ or _breathing_ upon her, the _painting_ fall off, thou art angry, wilt thou be ſo, if it ſticke on? Thou didſt love her, if thou beginneſt to hate her, then ’tis becauſe ſhee is not _painted_. If thou wilt ſay now, thou didſt hate her before, thou didſt hate her and love her together, bee conſtant in ſomething, and love her who ſhewes her great