To his retired Mistriss.
Lady,
YOu carry your eyes like one of those that wear a Veil: not a look of yours but preaches chastity; and you are so con∣firm'd in a general contempt of manking, that if Fortune her self should come to present you with a Husband, you would scarce go out of your Closet to meet him in your Chamber. You speak of nothing but Religion and Cloisters, and all your entertainment, is discourse of mortification. Lady, not to dis∣semble my thoughts to you, I much fear, that a beginning like yours, so full of restraint, will afterwards be followed with a progress of too much liberty; and instead of the precise de∣mureness that you pretend, some Servant or other will read a new Heresie in your face. I shall not at this time send you stu∣died Oaths or Protestations. I know some Moons must go about before you will acknowledge the error wherein you live. For the present I shall only desire you to take care of your health, if not for your own, yet for the common good of those that love you; of which number he desires to be the first, who pre∣sumes to honour himself with the Title of,
Madam,
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