a perpetual restlessness, by bending the Twig 〈◊〉〈◊〉 much to the contrary side. No Disease so incur••∣ble as this, to hate perforce.
But, O my Heart, hasten, hasten, I say, to th•• wailing of my Grief, that sits so hard upon me but this late indignity hath taken thee off fro•• the sense of thy former Miseries. My Groans an•• my Complaints are to be fetch'd deeper. When 〈◊〉〈◊〉 was my Mistresses fault, that I now hate, where was in Love before; Who, think you, inveigh me to fall in Love with her first, being so p•••• a Man, as I am? For my part, my Lords, I w•••••• never one of those, to whom Fortune gave a gr•••••• Estate, and abundance of Wealth; so that, by rea∣son of their Opulency, they might take their 〈◊〉〈◊〉 of wanton Love. Yet I had enough to keep Li•••• and Soul together; I had a Modicum, enough 〈◊〉〈◊〉 have afforded me Lawful Pleasure in my mean Co••∣dition: And therefore I was always content wi•••• One and the Same Miss, which is a certain sig•••• of good Husbandry, even in a Mans Pleasure. B•••• this serious and demure Dame, forsooth, who mu•••• will have no more of my Love, Oh, how much of it did she call for, when time was! With what Art, with what Craft did she first set upon my simplicity, and when she had catcht me, she held me fast, till I, like a credulous Cully, thô it were long first, threw all my little Fortune into he•• Lap? And now, 'tis to no purpose, that she de∣sires to seem to pity that Condition, which she hersel•• hath brought me to: Hear, I pray, in a few words, the Wickedness of this Pernicious Woman? She makes me poor, and then she can't abide me. Whether or no, my Lords, she lik'd to try an Ex∣periment,