The Entertainement.
ALL you whose better thoughts are newly born,
And (rebaptiz'd with holy fire) can scorn
The worlds base trash, whose necks disdain to beare
Th'imperious yoke of Satan; whose chast eare
No wanton Songs of Syrens can surprize
With false delight; whose more than Eagle-eyes
Can view the glorious flames of Gold, and gaze
On glittring beames of Honour, and not daze;
Whose soules can spurne at pleasure, and deny
The loose Suggestions of the flesh; draw nigh:
And you, whose am'rous, whose select desires
Would feele the warmth of those transcendent fires,
Which (like the rising Sun) put out the light
Of Venus starre, and turne her day to night;
You that would love, and have your passions crown'd
With greater happinesse than can be found
In your own wishes; you, that would affect
Where neither, scorn, nor guile, nor disrespect
Shall wound your tortur'd Soules; that would enjoy,
Where neither want can pinch, nor fulnesse cloy;
Nor double doubt afflicts, nor baser Feare
Vnflames your courage in pursuit; draw neare: