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14. To our Mistresses.
1.
LAdies, expell your formal tricks,
Whereby you wrong your longing nature;
Strip ye your selves, and scorn to mix
Such masks and myst'ries in the creature.
Cog ye, and quibble, and do what ye ca••
Ye are created for the use of man.
2.
Why do ye flinch, and bend your brows,
When we demand if ye are willing
To wait on Venus? each man knows
Your fresh doth lust, and asks fulfilling.
Fain, flatter, and do what ye can,
Ye are created for the use of man.
3.
We know your natures, and desire,
Which you conceal with modesty:
We know the thing you most require,
In soft pretences sweetly you deny.
We know you labour all you can
To sport, and dally, and embrace with man.
4.
Since then in man you so delight;
Since he's the summe of your affection;