Or else you may presume aboue your power, Twixt words and deedes, great difference often growes, You may be taken such a louing hower, Your heart may all be _Cupids_ to dispose: Then vve shall haue you sicke, & pine and grieue, And nothing but a husband can relieue. Aske but your elders that are gone before, And the'le say marry maide as we haue done, Twixt twelue and twenty open loue the doore, And say you vvere not borne to liue a Nonne: Vnperfect female, liuing odde you are, Neuer true euen, till you match and paire. Iust-_Nature_ at the first this course did take, Woman and man deuided were in twaine, But by vniting both did sweetely make, Deuisions blisse contenfull to remaine, Which well made lawe of _Nature_ and of kinde, To matters reasonles doe nothing binde. Nothing vnfit, nothing vniust to doe, But all in order orderly consisting, Then what seeme they that wil not ioine their two And so be one, without vnkinde resisting: Surely no other censure passe I can, But she's halfe woman liues without a man. One, that depriues her selfe of whats her right, Borne vnto care, and ignorant of ease, A lustlesse liuing thing, without delight, One, whom vnpleasantnesse best seemes to please: Depriu'd of lifes sweete ioy, from kind remoued, Of worthlesse parts, vnworthy to be loued. Who will in paine pertake with such a one, (Whom we may most vnhappy creature call,) Who will assist her, when her griefe makes mone, Or who vphold her if she chance to fall: The burthen one doth beare is light to two, For twisted cordes are hardest to vndoe. The loue and ioy doth absolute remaine, That in posteritie is fixed fast, For thou in children art new borne againe, When yeeres haue brought thee to thy breath-spent last: Those oliue plants, shall from each other spring, Till _Times_ full period endeth euery thing. This being thus, what sencelesse girles you be, To iustifie a life not worth embracing, Opposing silly maiden wits gainst me, That will not yeelde an ynch to your out-facing: For were heere present all the maydes in towne, With marriage reasons I would put them down. _Prudence_. Kinke sisters all, now I haue heard the _Bride_, Will you haue my opinion, not to flatter, Sure I am turning to the wedding side, I heare such good sound reason for the matter: Let _Grace_, _Doll_, _Besse_, and _Susan_, _Mary_, _Iane_, Leade apes in hell, I am not of their vaine. As sure as death ile ioyne my selfe with man, For I perswade me tis a happy life, Ile be a Bride vvith all the speede I can, It's vvonder how I long to be a vvife: _Grace_ heer's good counsell, had you grace to take it _Susan_ tis sound, oh _Besse_ doe not forfake it.