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A wanton Woman. 35
A VVanton VVoman, 's Vicious, and strange,
The type of Imperfection, and of Change.
In Qualitie a VVag-taile, and in shape,
A Siren; in her Nature, bot an Ape.
Her Vult, a Witch; inviting to all Evill:
For shee into Condition is a Devill.
Her Words are Charmes, and everie Nod, a Net,
To snare the Foole; and for the fleshlie set.
Her Looks are Hooks, and Baits, bot to Abusion:
Her Companie is Death, Iosse, Confusion:
Her lustfull Lips, like Hybla-Honey Drops;
Bot loathsome sowre these Liquors haue their Sops.
Her Mouth is soft, and smoother more than Oyle:
Bot what it speaks, doth poyson, spill, and spoyle.
Her Ende is worse, and bitterer by farre,
Than Worme wood, Gall, that tarte and bitter are.
Her Heart with Pride, and with Deceit doth swell:
Her Feete to Death, her Steps treade downe to Hell.
Her kynde Imbraces, and her Kisses killes:
Her Breath for Balme, bot bitter Venome stilles.
Her wav'ring Wit, bot naughtie Fancies nowrish:
And all her Thoughts are wanton, vaine, all Whorish.
Her Life is lewde, all Ydlenesse, and Play:
Her Dyet is th'excesse of Dainteis aye.
Her Loue is Vanitie; and still in Change:
And as her Eyes, so her Affections range.
Her Excercise, bot Rest; and yet are whollie,
Busied about Inventions bot of Follie.
Her Fancies are for Fashions, Toyes, and Showes:
Her VVeale in Colours, and her VVealth in Cloathes.
To catch, and cozin Men, is all her Care,
Her House, an Hell, and all 's vnholie there.
Her VVayters on, are Bauds, for Beasts and Bables:
Her Friendship false, and her Discourses Fables.
She is the Plague of Youth, Repentance Storie,
Th' Abuse of Tyme, and Ages Purgatorie.