2. Because hee'l finde she will impair the health of his body; for though her Lips drop as an Honey-comb, and she distil the Quintessence of Rhetorick in every expression; though she does amorously caress and embrace him, yet 'tis but as the encircling Ivie does the Oak, to make him rot, wither, and decay. {10} Though he may think himself in Heaven, and imagine her _curled Arms_ about him to be his _Celestial Zodiack_, yet hee'l (at length) finde them but as chains and fetters to enslave and captivate him to her insatiable Lust; the gratifications whereof whilest he endeavours to shew her, he must undergo as many _gripes_ in his guilty Conscience, as _Aches_ in his impure and vitious Body. She, it may be, will foment and cherish the flames of his Lust with these pleasing Blasts, by telling him that the Virgin _Spring_ does not appear less chaste because many thirsts are there quenched; and that those Waters stink soon that continue long in one place, but remain sweet and wholsome whilest they leave one bank and kiss another. But let us (like a prudent _Ulysses_) stop our ears to the fatal voice of this dangerous _Siren_, least, while we sail in the _Ocean_ of this World, we suffer _shipwrack_ of Grace and a good Conscience: Don't let us stand to dispute the case, and parley with her, but rather flie from her, and avoid her company: For, we must be extremely cold, not to be warmed by so {11} fair a fire, and very strong, to make defence against so charming an Enemy. Nor can we touch Pitch with our hands, but a foul impress will be received from it: One rotten kernel of the Pomgranate infects the fellows; and St. _Paul_ made that Verse Canonical, _Evil communication corrupts good manners_. And it is noted of _Joseph_, that as soon as his Mistress had laid her impure hands upon his garment, he leaves it behinde him, that he might be sure to avoid the danger of her contagious touch. And we shall assuredly finde, that she who but now compared her self to a _pleasant Spring_, will at last serve us with the _bitter Waters_ of _Marah_. For I appeal to the common Adulterer, Whether he be not _a walking Hospital_ and _Pest-house_ of _Diseases_? Whether he is not alwayes possest with a [Greek: Peirazôn], a Devil that first tempts him to all Uncleanness, and afterwards terrifies and exanimates him with the greatest horrour imaginable? and whether the violent and fervent heat of his lustfull appetite be not as unquenchable as Hell-flames? Could we have _Lynceus_ his eyes, and look through {12} the decayed walls of his Body, what rottenness should we discover in his exhausted Bones? how would the whole Fabrick of his Body appear invalid and unnerved, and represent it self to us as the Embleme of a Sack of dry Bones, whose every part, were it anatomized and opened, it would corrupt and infect the Air, and store the World with as many Diseases as the opening of _Pandora's_ Box: insomuch that he who shall