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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A50280	Matrimonii pensitatio, or, No joynture but the hugg-rural	Flatman, Thomas, 1637-1688.	1679 (1679)	Wing M1297; ESTC R10734	5,180	15

Regret they twine Like Oyl and Water their false Lives combine Whilst in each others Arms themselves they have They wish their Beds converted to a Grave And whilst their backward hearts like Load-stones meets They wish their Linen were their Winding-sheets He like a Bear of Love her Body clips Instead of pressing bites her cholerick Lips She like a wounded Otter flings and rails Fires with her Tongue and combats with her Nails Hell and confusion seize her place around Horrour his face and thunder beats the ground They both lanch out into a Sea of strife A wealthy Husband and a brawling Wife The whole Armado of their Passions are On each side summon'd to maintain a War He arms revenge she meets him with disdain And to 't they rush like Winds upon the Main She to her shrill loud clamours takes recourse Stamps and invokes the Clergy for Divorce Detects the Light by which his face she saw Curses her Bawds and execrates the Law Directs to Heaven her twined Hands with Prayers Cries out with Anguish and a gulph of Tears That Justice would her matchless grief behold Pity a hated Husband and a Scold That Death would snatch him from the loathsome Bed And Heav'n restore the will which she betray'd He on the other side with rage grows blind Curses the Sex and damns all Woman-kind Accuses Heav'n that such a Monster made A Fury in deceitful Masquerade A cunning Goblin in an Angels plight A Devil with the coverture of Light Blasphemes and by his passion cast too far Destroys himself by persecuting her Abjures his Faith sworn to a Legal Bed Hates her and lays another by her side Profusely ravishes her right each Kiss And wracks her with the sight of wrongful Bliss She grows provok'd upon this dismal change And turns dishonest to retort revenge The breach of Chastity she makes her play Rates him all night and Cuckolds him all day This must be then the issue where our Love Does not together with our Nuptials move Possessions cann't for sickle Joy provide No Love the end of Living is destroy'd Alas w' are all mistaken in the kind A happy Man is measur'd by his mind Suppose him born to all the Pomp of Life Admit he 's match'd to Beauty in a Wife These are but Pageants which a while may please They may employ him but procure no ease That Grandeur is no compound of our Bliss The rugged bosoms of the Great confess The gilded Monarch sable stands within His Glory to his Trouble 's but a shrine His Cares his Jealousies Nocturnal Frights Imbitter all his Joys and false Delights His toiling Head with grief a Crown must bear Whilst he still starts and grasps to hold it there And thus all Princes to this Hell we trace They Reign without and are but Kings by place But least ambitious Maids in scorn relate This is the utmost Tyranny of Fate That such seditious disagreeing Pairs Are scarcely known in Centuries of Years We 'll grant which yet no less misfortune breeds The Woman loves the Golden Man she Weds We 'll think she brings with her Estate a Mind Pure as the Sterling from its Dross refin'd Yet this is so unlikely to succeed It murders what it first design'd to feed He streight concludes her Passion a pretence Condemns her Soul and lays the Crime on Sense Argues she onely chose to be his Bride To serve and gratifie her costly Pride But still we 'll give this to prick larger Law We 'll say an equal passion both does draw We will suppose them both inclin'd to Love We 'll call her Venus and we 'll stile him Iove Yet through the Tides of bus'ness in his head He must at length neglect and slight her Bed His peeping Passion like a feeble Sun Mingled with showers of Rain will soon be gone And if perhaps there 's left some poor remains Like Northern Gold 't is in penurious Veins Diffus'd and scatter'd o'er the barren Land Amidst vast heaps of Lead and yellow Sand. This must be then a sad reward of Love When he thus sensless of her choice does prove Her am'rous courage ne'r can long be bold That finds her self out-rival'd by her Gold Both their affections to the Deep are sent He sinks through weight and she through discontent Their Riches then shew their defect of pow'r That cann't create what want does oft procure In thoughts of Wealth he cann't intomb his smart When sullen Love preys on his stubborn heart If crowded Chests and glutted Coffers can Restore contentment to th' ambitious Man Possess'd of those if he from pain is free A Trouble may be call'd a quiet Sea Because there 's Pearl and Amber on the Shoars And thus it 's strangely silent where it roars But 't were me-thinks an easie task to prove There 's no such Passion as a sumptuous Love True Fire the hearts o' th' Wealthy never breed They may through care but not affection bleed Their Tenures Lands their Rents and Quarter-days In their distracted heads strong Factions raise And whensoe'er poor simp'ring Love peeps in He 's by that boist'rous Crowd beat out again Craessus is still perplex'd to guard his Store Fears 't will be less labours to make it more And what he hoards by the excess of gain Wastes his lean joy and feeds his pamper'd Pain When Love with blind caresses he would please He forms Indentures draws a cautious Lease With Will-proviso's all his Speeches run His Breast's a Tumult like a Market-Town And when in Bed he should embrace his Spouse Like a dull Ox lies still amidst the Cows Chews all the night upon the next fair day How much this Horse how much that Load of Hay No thought but that of Cattle yokes his heart His Soul 's the Driver and himself the Cart Nothing but buz and noise his Cranium seize His Head 's the Hive his busie Thoughts the Bees In vain the Wife does for the Husband moan Whilst she 's the Burden and her Love the Droan Love like a cautious fearful Bird ne'er builds But where the place silence and calmness yields He slily flies to Copses where he finds The snugging Wood secure from blasts and winds Shuns the huge bowels of a more stately form And laughs at Trees made drunk at every storm The pleasant Nightingale can ne'er be won To quit a temp'rate Shade to scorch i' th' Sun In some low Barn he sings his charming Note And on the Thatch tunes his sweet warbling Throat We 'll take an unrich Couple for our Scenes Who love and know not what Ambition means Who such an even Competence possess As may support but not disturb their Bliss See how unmov'd they at all Changes stand Shipwracks on Sea and Earthquakes on the Land The fraud of Courts the Knavish toil of Gowns A Monarch's Favours or his pointed Frowns Concern them not they but themselves abuse In valuing that they ne'er intend to use Each to the other prove a solid Bliss Rich in themselves no want of happiness Like Egypt in whose Land all plenty grows Each other's bosome is their best repose When hissing Storms and pitchy Tempests rise Chin clings to Cheek and swiming Eyes to Eyes When snarling Winds and knotty Thunder roar They serve to make them press and love the more Immortal being thus themselves cajol Spurn stinking Sense and feed upon the Soul Here let us leave them bathing in pure Joy Whom envious Man nor Fate can ne'er destroy Here let them live to shame both Wealth and Pow'r As Greatness cann't love less they cann't love more To the Divinest state of things they drive Like pilgrim-Pilgrim-Angels on this Earth they live Kind Nature gave them Fortune bore no part Love joyn'd their Souls and Heav'n seal'd each Heart FINIS

MATRIMONII PENSITATIO OR No Joynture BUT The Hugg-Rural LONDON Printed for the Author and are to be sold by Norman Nelson at his Shop at Grays-Inn-Gate in Holborn M.DC.LXXIX MATRIMONII PENSITATIO WHen first the World from the black Chaos rose And Infant-beauty did this Frame compose When Heaven and Man possess'd one state of mind And the pure Globe like its Creator shin'd When free from sin the Noble Mortal strove To Rival God in his returns of Love When damning Pride that Architect of Hell Had not as yet made the sweet Soul rebel When plunging Avarice no birth had found Nor tore the pretious Intrals of the Ground Then then the new Inhabitant was blest Ease watch'd his heart and peace secur'd his breast No earthly thought tainted his holy mind That World th' Almighty gave him he declin'd His God-like Image made him upward move He liv'd below whilst his Soul dwelt above Riches were things too weak to draw him thence The darling Diamond wanted influence Pearls but like common Gravel he contemn'd And what we count a God he thought no Friend With heat of Love he flam'd upon his Mate And on the Green swath without Dowery sate Warping about her neck he sought her heart A fiery Lover free from Fraud or Art The object of his restless thoughts was bliss And that he found in one Embrace one Kiss One Clasp one Hug one Agar-glance was more Than Worlds of Pearl or Globes of Golden Oar One Touch or vigorous Offer at her Lip One Rapture on her Cheeks or sanguine Sip Rais'd more content in him than all the pains The racks the tortures of a Mistris gains He plac'd his priz'd Affection next his God And thought his Wife the second chiefest Good The glorious Gift snatch'd in his loving Arms Her Soul her Beauty and her Worth her Charms Her Breast an equal active fire did move She ballanc'd not his Empire with her Love The splendid stamp of Empress she despis'd The World a Cipher to the Man she priz'd Her crowding wishes him alone pursu'd No separate Greatness could her Love delude Her Intellectuals pure knew how to scan That great and independent Richness Man That little but more weighty World and more refin'd More apt and suiting her Celestial mind She understood all that we good can name Was nicely wrapt'd and folded up in him O Fate from whence proceeds the hidden cause That we at Love that glorious Passion pause Was it with Adam's Innocence betray'd And by his Lapse a Malefactor made Or have our own acquired Vices been So daring to determine it a sin What should at once render us bless'd and great We flie and count the Land-mark of our Fate Like murmuring full-mouth'd Israelites we stand And run on Rocks to shun the Holy Land From hence the baffled World has been invers'd Princes involv'd in War and People curs'd Friends to their Confidents estrang'd and Sons Foes to their Fathers ' spite of Nature's dun 's Hence Nations are within themselves unti'd Whilst bound in one their hearts are unalli'd Hence hot debates grow in Domestick Pow'rs The Man 's unkind the cheated Woman lours Man like the sordid Earth from which he sprung Corrupts his Soul by a base heart of Dung Quite started from the blessed form he bore He values not the Woman but her store Extends his treacherous Pledge to golden Charms And joyns his hands to none but spangled Arms He weds her Jewels and her Amber Chains But her rich Self that merits all disdains Her Face he praises but he courts her Ears Catching the glittering Pendants that she wears Each Eye no longer he esteems a Star Than flaming Rubies hang upon her hair And judging Love without her Gold a curse He scorns her Virtue to commend her Purse The Woman too no less debas'd than he Gives not her self but for Gratuity Sooths like a Merchant with inveigling Art Demands her Joynture and keeps back her heart On Terms and Articles with Pride proceeds And Seals her cold Affections to her Deeds Stands off and Treats like an imperious State And baulks her happiness to make her great Proclaims her Fortune of a goodly size And he that offers most obtains the Prize Beyond the Turkish Salvageness this swells Their Captives still are sold against their wills But in reproach to us it justly braves Whilst baser Christians sell themselves for slaves Both Sexes now deprave their noble Kind But by their Avarice debauch their mind Never consult poor Virtue for a Choice But set up Vice to make a sensual Voice Divine Content they count a finer Cheat A Dish for Ornament but no true Meat A meer Romance an idle Dream of those Who wanting Wealth think to disguise their Woes A Mountebank that onely boasts of Cures But cannot work th' effect his talk assures Thus does the Atheist against Spirits vow And slight the Deity he won't pursue Because his sense cann't apprehend a God Religion's sottish and her Zealots mad But look a Married and a happy Pair Are now like Revelations strange and rare And if we reason from the Ages gone There scarcely was a happy Match but one We mind not how the same specifick kind Curious in Gold but to the Persons blind The Man ne'r minds his Love but Money still Is the base thirsted Object of his Will Upon conditions of a promis'd Store He 'll hug a thing that craules upon all four Bring him a rich old Corps with grim Deaths head He 'll swear she 's young and her Complexion Red Or if you could bring one without a face He 'd praise her fiery Eyes and comely Grace The Woman too by such affections lead Contemn the Living to embrace the Dead And rather than not covet basely bold Would wed a Coffin if the Bars were Gold Nature's apostate active Youth she scorns Will long for Oxen if you gild their Horns Judge him deformed without Eyes or Nose Nay nothing to bespeak him Man but Cloathes Yet she replies He 's rich all passed down There 's nothing ugly but a poor Baboon Thus might she clasp a loathsome Toad in Bed Because he bears a Pearl within his Head And gilded Pills though bitter may delight The liquorish Lust of wav'ring Appetite But still the Wealth their griping Senses Feasts At most th' are but concatenated Beasts For as they baulk all consonance of Soul A mutual hate much each of them controll And this stands fix'd What with my Love don't suit Appears deform'd and in my sense a Brute To various Climes of Temper each are thrown The Frigid coupled to the Torrid Zone Like Curs of different nature in a Chain They 're link'd in fear and wear their Bands in pain Perhaps a cold respect they both may show As impious men to a kind Demon do Who when some stinking Wealth he does unfold Honour and dread him for their new found Gold But view unrobe their bosome of disguise Observe the aversation of their Eyes With palpittations of