THE
Female
Advocate
,
OR
,
An
Answer
to
a
late
Satyr
against
the
Pride
,
Lust
and
Inconstancy
,
&c.
of
Woman
.
BLasphemous
Wretch
,
thou
who
canst
think
or
say
Some
Curst
or
Banisht
Fiend
usurp't
the
way
When
Eve
was
form'd
;
for
then's
deny'd
by
you
Gods
Omniscience
and
Omnipresence
too
:
Without
which
Attributes
he
could
not
be
,
The
greatest
and
supreamest
Deity
:
Nor
can
Heaven
sleep
,
tho'
it
may
mourn
to
see
Degenerate
Man
utter
Blasphemy
.
When
from
dark
Chaos
Heav'n
the
World
did
make
,
Made
all
things
glorious
it
did
undertake
;
Then
it
in
Eden's
Garden
freely
plac'd
All
things
pleasant
to
the
Sight
or
Taste
,
Fill'd
it
with
Beasts
&
Birds
,
Trees
hung
with
Fruit
,
That
might
with
Man's
Celestial
Nature
suit
:
The
World
being
made
thus
spacious
and
compleat
,
Then
Man
was
form'd
,
who
seemed
nobly
great
.
When
Heaven
survey'd
the
Works
that
it
had
done
,
Saw
Male
and
Female
,
but
found
Man
alone
,
A
barren
Sex
,
and
insignificant
;
So
Heaven
made
Woman
to
supply
the
want
,
And
to
make
perfect
what
before
was
scant
:
Then
surely
she
a
Noble
Creature
is
,
Whom
Heaven
thus
made
to
consummate
all
Bliss
.
Though
Man
had
Being
first
,
yet
methinks
She
In
Nature
should
have
the
Supremacy
;
For
Man
was
form'd
out
of
dull
senceless
Earth
;
But
Woman
she
had
a
far
nobler
Birth
:
For
when
the
Dust
was
purify'd
by
Heaven
,
Made
into
Man
,
and
Life
unto
it
given
,
Then
the
Almighty
and
All-wise
God
said
,
That
Woman
of
that
Species
should
be
made
:
Which
was
no
sooner
said
,
but
it
was
done
,
'Cause
'twas
not
fit
for
Man
to
be
alone
.
Thus
have
I
prov'd
Womans
Creation
good
,
And
not
inferior
,
when
right
understood
:
To
that
of
Man's
;
for
both
one
Maker
had
,
Which
made
all
good
;
then
how
could
Eve
be
bad
?
But
then
you'l
say
,
though
she
at
first
was
pure
,
Yet
in
that
State
she
did
not
long
endure
.
'Tis
true
;
but
if
her
Fall's
examin'd
right
,
We
find
most
Men
have
banish'd
Truth
for
spight
:
Nor
is
she
quite
so
guilty
as
some
make
;
For
Adam
did
most
of
the
Guilt
partake
:
For
he
from
God's
own
Mouth
had
the
Command
;
But
Woman
she
had
it
at
second
hand
:
The
Devil's
Strength
weak
Woman
might
deceive
,
But
Adam
tempted
only
was
by
Eve
.
Eve
had
the
strongest
Tempter
,
and
least
Charge
;
Man's
knowing
most
,
doth
his
Sin
make
most
large
.
But
though
Woman
Man
to
Sin
did
lead
?
Yet
since
her
Seed
hath
bruis'd
the
Serpent's
Head
:
Why
should
she
be
made
a
publick
scorn
,
Of
whom
the
great
Almighty
God
was
born
?
Surely
to
speak
one
slighting
Word
,
must
be
A
kind
of
murmuring
Impiety
:
But
still
their
greatest
haters
do
prove
such
Who
formerly
have
loved
them
too
much
:
And
from
the
Proverb
they
are
not
exempt
;
Too
much
Familiarity
has
bred
Contempt
;
For
they
associate
themselves
with
none
,
But
such
whose
Virtues
like
their
own
,
are
gone
;
And
with
all
those
,
and
only
those
who
be
Most
boldly
vers'd
in
their
Debauchery
:
And
as
in
Adam
all
Mankind
did
die
,
They
make
all
base
for
ones
Immodesty
;
Nay
,
make
the
Name
a
kind
of
Magick
Spell
,
As
if
'twould
censure
married
Men
to
Hell
.
Woman
,
ye
Powers
!
the
very
Name's
a
Charm
,
And
will
my
Verse
against
all
Criticks
arm
.
The
Muses
or
Apollo
doth
inspire
Heroick
Poets
;
but
your's
is
a
Fire
,
Pluto
from
Hell
did
send
by
Incubus
,
Because
we
make
their
Hell
less
populous
;
Or
else
you
ne'er
had
damn'd
the
Females
thus
:
But
if
so
universally
they
are
Dispos'd
to
Mischief
,
what
need
you
declare
Peculiar
Faults
,
when
all
the
World
might
see
With
each
approaching
Morn
a
Prodigy
:
Man
curse
dead
woman
;
I
could
hear
as
well
The
black
infernal
Devils
curse
their
Hell
:
When
there
had
been
no
such
place
we
know
,
If
they
themselves
had
not
first
made
it
so
.
In
Lust
perhaps
you
others
have
excell'd
,
And
made
all
Whores
that
possibly
would
yield
;
And
courted
all
the
Females
in
your
way
,
Then
did
design
at
last
to
make
a
Prey
Of
some
pure
Virgins
;
or
what's
almost
worse
,
Make
some
chaste
Wives
to
merit
a
Divorce
.
But
'cause
they
hated
your
insatiate
Mind
,
Therefore
you
call
what's
Virtuous
,
Unkind
:
And
Disappointments
did
your
Soul
perplex
;
So
in
meer
spight
you
curse
the
Female
Sex
.
I
would
not
judge
you
thus
,
only
I
find
You
would
adulterate
all
Womankind
,
Not
only
with
your
Pen
;
you
higher
soar
;
You'd
exclude
Marriage
,
make
the
World
a
Whore
.
But
if
all
Men
should
of
your
Humor
be
And
should
rob
Hymen
of
his
Deity
,
They
soon
would
find
the
Inconveniency
.
Then
hostile
Spirits
would
be
forc'd
to
Peace
,
Because
the
World
so
slowly
would
increase
.
They
would
be
glad
to
keep
their
Men
at
home
,
And
each
want
more
to
attend
his
Throne
:
Nay
,
should
an
English
Prince
resolve
that
he
would
keep
the
number
of
of's
Nobility
:
And
this
dull
custom
some
few
years
maintain'd
,
There
would
be
none
less
than
a
Peer
oth'
land
.
And
I
do
fancy
'twould
be
pretty
sport
To
see
a
Kingdom
cramb'd
into
a
Court
.
Sure
a
strange
world
,
when
one
should
nothing
see
,
unless
a
Baudy
House
or
Nunnery
.
Or
should
this
Act
ere
pass
,
woman
would
fly
With
unthought
swiftness
,
to
each
Monastry
And
in
dark
Caves
secure
her
Chastity
.
She
only
in
a
Marriage-Bed
delights
;
The
very
Name
of
Whore
her
Soul
affrights
.
And
when
that
sacred
Ceremony's
gone
,
Woman
I
am
sure
will
chuse
to
live
alone
.
There's
none
can
number
all
those
vertuous
Dames
Which
chose
cold
death
before
their
lovers
flames
.
The
chast
Lucretia
whom
proud
Tarquin
lov'd
,
Her
he
slew
,
her
chastity
she
prov'd
.
But
I've
gone
further
than
I
need
have
done
,
Since
we
have
got
examples
nearer
home
.
Witness
those
Saxon
Ladies
who
did
fear
The
loss
of
Honour
when
the
Danes
were
here
:
And
cut
their
Lips
and
Noses
that
they
might
Not
pleasing
seem
,
or
give
the
Danes
delight
.
Thus
having
done
what
they
could
justly
do
,
At
last
they
fell
their
sacrifices
too
.
Thus
when
curst
Osbright
courted
Beon's
wife
,
She
him
refus'd
with
hazard
of
her
life
.
And
some
which
I
do
know
but
will
not
name
,
Have
thus
refus'd
and
hazarded
the
same
.
I
could
say
more
,
but
History
will
tell
Many
more
things
that
do
these
excel
.
In
Constancy
they
men
excell
as
far
A
heavens
bright
lamp
doth
a
dull
twinckling
star
.
Tho'
man
is
alwaies
altering
of
his
mind
,
Inconstancy
is
only
in
womankind
.
'Tis
something
strange
,
no
hold
,
it
isn't
because
The
men
have
had
the
power
of
making
Laws
;
For
where
is
there
that
man
that
ever
dy'd
,
Or
ere
expired
with
his
loving
Bride
.
But
numerous
trains
of
chast
wives
expire
With
their
dear
Husbands
,
tho
in
flames
of
fire
:
We'd
do
the
same
if
custom
did
require
.
But
this
is
done
by
Indian
women
,
who
Do
make
their
Constancy
immortal
too
,
As
is
their
Fame
:
We
find
India
yeilds
More
glorious
Phoenix
than
the
Arabian
fields
.
The
German
women
Constancy
did
shew
When
Wensberg
was
besieg'd
,
beg'd
they
might
go
Out
of
the
City
,
with
no
bigger
Packs
Than
each
of
them
could
carry
on
their
Backs
.
The
wond'ring
world
expected
they'd
have
gone
Laded
with
treasures
from
their
native
home
,
But
crossing
expectation
each
did
take
Her
Husband
as
her
burden
on
her
back
.
So
saved
him
from
intended
death
,
and
she
At
once
gave
him
both
life
and
liberty
.
How
many
loving
wives
have
often
dy'd
:
Drownded
in
tears
by
their
cold
husbands
side
.
And
when
a
Sword
was
Executioner
,
the
very
same
hath
executed
her
,
With
her
own
hands
;
eagerly
meeting
death
,
And
scorn'd
to
live
when
he
was
void
of
breath
.
If
this
isn't
Constancy
,
why
then
the
Sun
With
Constant
Motion
don't
his
progress
run
.
There's
thousands
of
examples
that
will
prove
,
Woman
is
alwayes
Constant
in
chast
Love
.
But
when
she's
courted
only
to
some
Lust
,
She
well
may
change
,
I
think
the
reason's
just
.
Change
did
I
say
,
that
word
I
must
forbear
,
No
,
she
bright
Star
wont
wander
from
her
sphere
Of
Virtue
(
in
which
Female
Souls
do
move
)
Nor
will
she
joyn
with
an
insatiate
love
.
For
she
whose
first
espoused
to
vertue
must
Be
most
inconstant
,
when
she
yields
to
lust
.
But
now
the
scene
is
alter'd
,
and
those
who
were
esteemed
modest
by
a
blush
or
two
,
Are
represented
quite
another
way
,
Worse
than
mock-verse
doth
the
most
solid
Play
.
She
that
takes
pious
Precepts
for
her
Rule
,
Is
thought
by
some
a
kind
of
ill-bred
fool
;
They
would
have
all
bred
up
in
Venus
School
.
And
when
that
by
her
speech
or
carriage
,
she
Doth
seem
to
have
sence
of
a
Deity
,
She
straight
is
taxt
with
ungentility
.
Unless
it
be
the
little
blinded
Boy
,
That
Childish
god
,
Cupid
,
that
trifling
toy
,
That
certain
nothing
,
whom
they
feign
to
be
The
Son
of
Venus
daughter
to
the
Sea
.
But
were
he
true
,
none
serve
him
as
they
shoud
,
For
commonly
those
who
adore
this
god
,
Do't
only
in
a
melancholy
mood
;
Or
else
a
sort
of
hypocrites
they
are
,
Who
do
invocate
him
only
as
a
snare
.
And
by
him
they
do
sacred
love
pretend
,
When
as
heaven
knows
,
they
have
a
baser
end
.
Nor
is
he
god
of
love
;
but
if
I
must
Give
him
a
title
,
then
he
is
god
of
lust
.
And
surely
Woman
impious
must
be
When
e're
she
doth
become
his
votary
,
Unless
she
will
believe
without
controul
,
Those
that
did
hold
a
Woman
had
no
Soul
:
And
then
doth
think
no
obligation
lyes
On
her
to
act
what
may
be
just
or
wise
.
And
only
strive
to
please
her
Appetite
,
And
to
embrace
that
which
doth
most
delight
.
And
when
she
doth
this
paradox
believe
,
Whatever
faith
doth
please
she
may
receive
.
She
may
be
Turk
,
Jew
,
Atheist
,
Infidel
,
Or
any
thing
,
cause
she
need
ne'er
fear
Hell
,
For
if
she
hath
no
Soul
what
need
she
fear
Something
she
knows
not
what
or
when
or
where
.
But
hold
I
think
I
should
be
silent
now
,
Because
a
Womans
Soul
you
do
allow
.
But
had
we
none
you'd
say
we
had
,
else
you
Could
never
damn
us
at
the
rate
you
do
.
What
dost
thou
think
thou
hast
priviledge
given
,
That
those
whom
thou
dost
bless
shall
mount
to
heaven
,
And
those
thou
cursest
unto
hell
must
go
.
And
so
dost
think
to
fill
the
Abiss
below
Quite
full
of
Females
,
hoping
there
may
be
No
room
for
souls
big
with
Vice
as
thee
.
But
if
that
thou
with
such
vain
hopes
should'st
dye
I'th
fluid
Air
,
thou
must
not
think
to
fly
,
Or
enter
into
heaven
,
thy
weight
of
Sin
Would
crush
the
damn'd
,
and
so
thoud'st
enter
in
.
But
hold
,
I
am
uncharitable
here
,
Thou
may'st
repent
,
tho'
that's
a
thing
I
fear
.
But
if
thou
should'st
repent
,
why
then
again
It
would
at
best
but
mitigate
thy
pain
,
Because
thou
hast
been
vile
to
that
degree
,
That
thy
repentance
must
eternal
be
.
For
wert
thou
guilty
of
no
other
crime
Than
what
thou
lately
puttest
into
Rhime
,
Why
that
without
other
offences
given
,
Were
enough
to
shut
the
gate
of
Heaven
.
But
when
together's
put
all
thou
do
,
It
will
not
only
shut
but
bar
it
too
.
For
when
Heaven
made
woman
it
design'd
Her
for
the
charming
object
of
Mankind
.
Nor
is
alter'd
only
with
those
who
Set
Bewly
,
Stratford
,
nay
and
Chreswell
too
,
Or
other
Bawds
,
chase
their
acquaintance
out
,
And
then
what
they
must
be
we
make
no
doubt
.
'Tis
to
make
heaven
mistaken
when
you
say
It
meant
one
and
it
proves
another
way
.
For
when
heaven
with
its
last
and
greatest
care
,
Had
form'd
a
female
charming
bright
and
fair
,
Why
then
immediately
it
did
decree
,
That
unto
man
she
should
a
blessing
be
,
And
so
should
prove
to
all
posterity
.
And
surely
there
is
nothing
can
be
worse
Than
for
to
turn
a
blessing
to
a
curse
.
And
when
the
greatest
blessing
heaven
ere
gave
,
And
certainly
the
best
that
man
could
have
.
When
that's
scorn'd
and
contemn'd
sure
it
must
be
A
great
affront
unto
heaven's
Majesty
.
But
I
hope
Heaven
will
punish
the
offence
,
And
with
it
justifie
our
Innocence
.
I
must
confess
there
are
some
bad
,
and
they
Lead
by
an
Ignis
fatus
,
go
astray
:
All
are
not
forc'd
to
wander
in
false
way
.
Only
some
few
whose
dark
benighted
sence
,
For
want
of
light
han't
power
to
make
defence
Against
those
many
tempting
pleasures
,
which
Not
only
theirs
but
Masculine
Souls
bewitch
.
But
you'd
persuade
us
,
that
'tis
we
alone
Are
guilty
of
all
crimes
and
you
have
none
,
Unless
some
few
,
which
you
call
fools
,
(
who
be
Espous'd
to
wives
,
and
live
in
chastity
.
)
But
the
most
rational
,
without
which
we
Doubtless
shou'd
question
your
Humanity
.
And
I
would
praise
them
more
only
I
fear
If
I
should
do't
it
would
make
me
appear
Unto
the
World
much
fonder
than
I
be
Of
that
same
State
,
for
I
love
Liberty
,
Nor
do
I
think
there's
a
necessity
For
all
to
enter
Beds
,
like
Noah's
beast
Into
his
Ark
;
I
would
have
some
releast
From
the
dear
cares
of
that
lawful
State
:
Hold
I'll
not
dictate
,
I'll
leave
all
Fate
.
Nor
would
I
have
the
World
to
think
that
I
Through
a
despair
do
Nuptial
Ioys
defy
.
For
in
the
World
so
little
I
have
been
That
I've
but
half
a
revolution
seen
Of
Saturn
,
only
I
do
think
it
best
For
those
who
love
to
contemplate
at
rest
,
For
to
live
single
too
,
and
then
they
may
Uninterupted
,
Natures
Work
survey
.
And
had
my
Antagonist
spent
his
time
Making
true
Verse
instead
of
spiteful
Rhime
,
As
a
Female
Poet
,
he
had
gain'd
some
praise
,
But
now
his
malice
blasts
his
twig
of
Bays
.
I
do
not
wish
you
had
,
for
I
believe
It
is
impossible
for
to
deceive
Any
with
what
you
write
,
because
that
you
May
insert
things
supposed
true
.
And
if
by
supposition
I
may
go
,
Then
I'll
suppose
all
men
are
wicked
too
,
Because
I'm
sure
there's
many
that
are
so
.
And
'cause
you
have
made
Whores
of
all
you
could
,
So
if
you
durst
,
you'd
say
all
Women
would
.
Which
words
do
only
argue
guilt
and
spite
:
All
makes
you
cheap
in
ev'ry
mortals
sight
.
And
it
doth
shew
that
you
have
alwaies
been
Only
with
Women
guilty
of
that
Sin
.
You
nere
desired
nor
were
you
fit
for
those
Whose
modest
carriage
doth
their
minds
disclose
.
And
Sir
,
methinks
you
do
describe
so
well
The
way
and
manner
Bewley
enter'd
Hell
,
As
if
your
love
for
her
had
made
you
go
Down
to
the
black
infernal
shades
below
.
But
I
suppose
you
never
was
so
near
,
For
if
you
had
,
you
scarce
would
have
been
here
,
For
had
they
seen
,
they'd
kept
you
there
.
Unless
they
thought
when
ere
it
was
you
came
,
Your
hot
entrance
might
encrease
the
flame
.
If
burning
Hell
add
to
their
extreme
pain
,
And
so
were
glad
to
turn
you
off
again
.
And
likewise
,
also
I
believe
beside
,
That
one
thing
more
might
be
their
haughty
pride
.
They
knew
you
Rival'd
them
in
all
their
Crimes
,
Wherewith
they
could
debauch
the
willing
times
.
And
as
fond
mortals
hate
a
rival
,
they
Loving
through
Pride
,
were
loath
to
let
you
stay
,
For
fear
that
you
might
their
black
deeds
excel
,
Usurp
their
Seat
and
be
the
Prince
of
Hell
.
But
I
believe
that
you
will
let
your
hate
Ore
rule
your
bride
,
and
you'll
not
wish
the
State
Of
Coverning
,
because
your
deceived
mind
,
Persuades
your
Subjects
will
be
Women
kind
.
But
I
believe
when
it
comes
the
tryal
,
Ask
but
for
ten
and
you'll
have
the
denial
.
You'd
think
your
self
far
happier
than
you
be
,
Were
you
but
half
so
sure
of
heaven
as
we
.
But
when
you
are
in
hell
if
you
should
find
More
then
I
speak
of
,
think
heaven
design'd
Them
for
a
part
of
your
Eternal
Fate
,
Because
they're
things
which
you
so
much
do
hate
.
But
why
you
should
do
so
I
cannot
tell
,
Unless
'tis
what
makes
you
in
love
with
hell
:
And
having
fallen-out
with
Goodness
,
you
Must
have
Antipathy
'gainst
Woman
too
.
For
virtue
and
they
are
so
near
ally'd
That
none
can
their
mutual
tyes
divide
.
Like
Light
and
Heat
,
incorporate
they
are
,
And
interwove
with
providential
care
,
But
I'm
too
dull
to
give
my
Sex
due
praise
,
The
task
befits
a
Laureat
Crown'd
with
Bays
:
And
yet
all
he
can
say
,
will
be
but
small
,
A
Copy
differs
from
the
original
.
For
should
he
sleep
under
Parnassus
Hill
,
Implore
the
Muses
for
to
guide
his
Quill
.
And
shou'd
they
help
him
,
yet
his
praise
would
seem
At
best
but
undervalluing
disesteem
.
For
he
would
come
so
short
of
what
they
are
His
lines
won't
with
one
single
Act
compare
.
But
to
say
truest
,
is
to
say
that
she
Is
Good
and
Virtuous
unto
that
degree
As
you
pretend
she's
Bad
,
and
that's
beyond
Imagination
,
'cause
you
set
no
bound
,
And
then
one
certain
definition
is
To
say
that
she
doth
comprehend
all
Bliss
.
And
that
she's
all
that's
pious
,
chaft
and
true
,
Heroick
,
constant
,
nay
,
and
modest
too
:
The
later
Virtue
is
a
thing
you
doubt
,
But
'tis
'cause
you
nere
sought
to
find
it
out
.
You
question
where
there's
such
a
thing
or
no
,
'Tis
only
'cause
you
hope
you've
lost
a
foe
,
A
hated
object
,
yet
a
stranger
too
.
I'll
speak
like
you
,
if
such
a
thing
there
be
,
I'm
certain
that
she
doth
not
dwell
with
thee
.
Thou
art
Antipodes
to
that
and
unto
all
That's
Good
,
or
that
we
simply
civil
call
.
From
yokes
of
Goodness
,
thou'st
thy
self
releast
,
Turn'd
Bully
Hector
,
and
a
humane
Beast
.
That
Beasts
do
speak
it
rarely
comes
to
pass
,
Yet
you
may
paralell
with
Balaam's
Ass
.
You
do
describe
a
woman
so
that
one
Would
almost
think
she
had
the
Fiends
outdone
:
As
if
at
her
strange
birth
did
shine
no
star
,
Or
Planet
,
but
Furies
in
conjunction
were
;
And
did
conspire
what
mischief
they
should
do
,
Each
act
his
part
and
her
with
plagues
pursue
,
'Tis
false
in
her
,
yet
'tis
sum'd
up
in
you
.
You
almost
would
perswade
one
that
you
thought
That
providence
to
a
low
ebb
was
brought
;
And
that
to
Eve
and
Iezabell
was
given
Souls
of
so
great
extent
that
heaven
was
driven
Into
a
Straight
,
and
liberality
Had
made
her
void
of
wanting
,
to
supply
These
later
bodies
,
she
was
forc'd
to
take
Their
souls
asunder
,
and
so
numbers
make
,
And
transmigrate
them
into
others
,
and
Still
shift
them
as
she
finds
the
matters
stand
.
'Tis
'cause
they
are
the
worst
makes
me
believe
You
must
imagine
Iezabel
and
Eve
.
But
I'm
no
Pythagorean
to
conclude
One
Soul
could
serve
for
Abraham
and
Iude
.
Or
think
that
heaven
so
bankrupt
or
so
poor
,
But
that
each
body
has
one
soul
or
more
.
I
do
not
find
our
Sex
so
near
ally'd
,
Either
in
disobedience
or
in
pride
,
Unto
the
'bovenamed
Females
(
for
I'm
sure
They
are
refin'd
,
or
else
were
alwaies
pure
)
That
I
must
needs
conceit
their
souls
the
same
,
Tho'
I
confess
there's
some
that
merit
blame
:
But
yet
their
faults
only
thus
much
infer
,
That
we're
not
made
so
perfect
but
may
err
;
Which
adds
much
lustre
to
a
virtuous
mind
,
And
'tis
her
prudence
makes
her
soul
confin'd
Within
the
bounds
of
Goodness
,
for
if
she
Was
all
perfection
,
unto
that
degree
That
'twas
impossible
to
do
amiss
,
Why
heaven
not
she
must
have
the
praise
of
this
.
But
she's
in
such
a
state
as
she
may
fall
,
And
without
care
her
freedom
may
enthrall
.
But
to
keep
pure
and
free
in
such
a
case
,
Argues
each
virtue
with
its
proper
grace
.
And
as
a
womans
composition
is
Most
soft
and
gentle
,
she
has
happiness
In
that
her
soul
is
of
that
nature
too
,
And
yeilds
to
any
thing
that
heaven
will
do
,
Takes
an
impression
when
'tis
seal'd
in
heaven
,
Turns
to
a
cold
refusal
,
when
'tis
given
By
any
other
hand
:
She's
all
divine
,
And
by
a
splendid
lustre
doth
outshine
All
masculine
souls
,
who
only
seem
to
be
Made
up
of
pride
and
their
lov'd
luxury
.
So
great's
mans
ambition
that
he
would
Have
all
the
wealth
and
power
if
he
could
,
That
is
bestowed
on
the
several
Thrones
Of
the
worlds
Monarchs
,
covets
all
their
Crowns
.
And
by
experience
it
hath
been
found
The
word
Ambition's
not
an
empty
sound
.
There's
not
an
History
which
doth
not
shew
Man's
pride
,
ambition
and
his
falshood
too
.
For
if
at
any
time
th'ambitious
have
Least
shew
of
honour
,
then
their
souls
grow
brave
,
Grow
big
and
restless
,
they
are
not
at
ease
,
'Till
they
have
a
more
fatal
way
to
please
,
Look
fair
and
true
,
when
falsely
they
intend
;
So
from
low
Subject
,
grow
a
Monarch's
Friend
.
And
by
grave
Councels
they
their
good
pretend
,
When
'tis
guilt
poyson
and
oft
works
their
end
.
The
Son
who
must
succeed
,
is
too
much
loved
,
Must
be
pull'd
down
(
his
Councel
is
approved
)
For
fear
he
willingly
should
grow
too
great
,
Desire
to
rule
,
should
mount
his
father's
Seat
.
So
he's
dispatch'd
,
and
then
all
those
that
be
Next
in
the
way
are
his
adherency
.
And
then
the
better
to
secure
the
State
,
It
is
but
just
they
should
receive
his
fate
.
So
by
degrees
he
for
himself
makes
room
,
His
Prince
is
straightway
shut
up
in
his
Tomb
,
And
then
the
false
usurper
mounts
the
Throne
.
Or
would
do
so
at
least
but
commonly
He
nere
sits
firm
,
but
with
revenge
doth
dy
,
But
thank
heaven
there's
but
few
that
reach
so
high
,
For
the
known
crimes
makes
a
wise
Prince
take
care
.
Thus
what
I've
said
doth
plainly
shew
there
are
Men
more
impious
than
a
woman
far
.
So
those
who
by
their
abject
fortune
are
Remote
from
Courts
no
less
their
pride
declare
,
In
being
uneasie
and
envying
all
who
be
Above
them
,
in
State
,
or
Priority
.
But
'tis
impossible
for
to
relate
Their
boundless
Pride
,
or
their
prodigious
hate
,
To
all
that
fortune
hath
but
smil'd
upon
,
In
a
degree
that
is
above
their
own
.
And
thou
proud
fool
,
that
virtue
would'st
subdue
,
Envying
all
good
,
dost
towre
ore
woman
too
,
Which
doth
betray
a
base
ignoble
mind
,
Speaks
thee
nothing
but
a
blustring
wind
.
But
in
so
great
a
lab'rinth
as
man's
pride
,
I
should
not
enter
,
nor
won't
be
imply'd
,
For
to
search
out
their
strange
and
unknown
crimes
,
There's
so
many
apparent
in
these
times
,
That
my
dull
Arithmetick
cannot
tell
Half
the
sins
that
commonly
do
dwell
In
one
sordid
Rustick
,
then
how
can
I
Define
the
Courts
or
Towns
Debauchery
.
Their
pride
in
some
small
measure
I
have
shown
.
But
theirs
is
running
over
and
prest
down
;
And
'tis
impossible
I
should
repeat
The
Crimes
of
men
extravagantly
great
,
I
would
not
name
them
,
but
to
let
them
see
I
know
they'r
bad
and
odious
unto
me
:
'Tis
true
,
pride
makes
men
great
in
their
own
eyes
,
But
them
proportionable
I
despise
;
And
tho'
Ambition
still
aims
to
be
high
,
Yet
Lust
at
best
is
but
beastiality
;
A
Sin
with
which
there's
none
can
compare
,
Not
Pride
nor
Envy
,
&c.
for
this
doth
insnare
,
Not
only
those
whom
it
at
first
inflam'd
,
This
Sin
must
have
a
partner
to
be
sham'd
,
And
punish'd
like
himself
.
Hold
,
one
wont
do
,
He
must
have
more
,
for
he
doth
still
pursue
The
Agents
of
his
Passion
;
'tis
not
Wife
,
That
Mutual
Name
can
regulate
his
Life
:
And
tho'
he
for
his
Lust
might
have
a
shrowd
,
And
there
might
be
Poligamy
allow'd
,
Yet
all
his
Wives
would
surely
be
abhorr'd
,
And
some
common
Lais
be
ador'd
.
Most
mortally
the
Name
of
Wife
they
hate
,
Yet
they
will
take
one
as
their
proper
fate
,
That
they
may
have
a
Child
legitimate
,
To
be
their
Heir
,
if
they
have
an
Estate
,
Or
else
to
bear
their
Names
:
So
,
for
by
ends
,
They
take
a
Wife
,
and
satisfie
their
friends
,
Who
are
desirous
that
it
should
be
so
,
And
for
that
end
,
perhaps
,
Estates
bestow
;
Which
,
when
possess'd
,
is
spent
another
way
;
The
Spurious
Issue
do
the
right
betray
,
And
with
their
Mother-Strumpets
are
maintain'd
;
The
Wife
and
Children
by
neglect
disdain'd
,
Wretched
and
poor
unto
their
Friends
return
,
Having
got
nothing
,
unless
cause
to
mourn
.
The
Dire
Effects
of
Lust
I
cannot
tell
,
For
I
suppose
its
Catalogue's
in
Hell
;
And
he
perhaps
at
last
may
read
it
there
,
Written
in
flames
,
fierce
as
his
own
whilst
here
.
I
could
say
more
,
but
yet
not
half
that's
done
By
these
strange
Creatures
,
nor
is
there
scarce
one
Of
these
inhumane
Beasts
that
do
not
die
As
bad
as
Bewley's
Pox
turns
Leprosie
,
And
Men
do
catch
it
by
meer
phantasie
.
Tho'
they
are
chast
and
honest
,
yet
it
doth
Pursue
them
,
and
some
company
on
oath
They
have
been
in
,
and
their
infected
breath
Gave
them
that
Plague
,
which
hast'neth
their
death
,
Or
else
'tis
Scurvy
,
or
some
new
disease
,
As
the
base
wretch
or
vain
Physician
please
,
And
then
a
sum
of
Money
must
be
gave
For
to
keep
corruption
from
the
grave
;
And
then
'tis
doubled
,
for
to
hide
the
cheat
:
(
O
the
sad
Horrour
of
debaucht
deceit
!
)
The
Body
and
Estate
together
go
.
And
then
the
only
Objects
here
below
,
On
which
he
doth
his
charity
bestow
,
Are
Whores
and
Quacks
,
and
perhaps
Pages
too
Must
have
a
share
,
or
else
they
will
reveal
That
which
Money
doth
make
them
conceal
.
Sure
trusty
Stewards
of
extensive
heaven
,
When
what's
for
common
good
is
only
given
Unto
peculiar
friends
of
theirs
,
who
be
Slaves
to
their
lust
,
friending
debauchery
;
These
are
partakers
of
as
great
a
fate
As
those
whose
boldness
turns
them
reprobate
,
And
tho'
a
Hypocrite
doth
seem
to
be
A
greater
sharer
of
Morality
,
Yet
methinks
they
almost
seem
all
one
,
One
hides
,
and
t'other
tells
what
he
hath
done
;
But
if
one
Devil's
better
than
another
,
Than
one
of
these
is
better
than
the
t'other
:
Hypocrisie
preheminence
should
have
,
(
Tho'
it
ha'nt
got
the
priviledge
to
save
)
Because
the
Reprobate's
example
may
,
By
open
Custom
,
make
the
rugged
way
Seem
more
smooth
,
and
a
common
sin
Look
more
pardonable
,
and
so
by
him
More
take
example
,
'tis
he
strives
to
win
.
Mad
Souls
,
to
fill
up
Hell
!
But
should
there
be
Nothing
e're
acted
but
Hypocrisie
,
Yet
Man
would
be
as
wicked
as
he
is
,
And
be
no
nearer
to
eternal
bliss
;
For
he
who's
so
unsteady
,
as
to
take
Example
by
such
Men
,
should
never
make
Me
to
believe
,
that
he
was
really
chast
,
And
,
without
pattern
,
never
had
imbrac't
:
Such
kind
of
sins
at
best
such
virtues
weak
,
That
with
such
a
slender
stress
will
break
,
And
that's
no
virtue
which
cannot
withstand
A
slight
temptation
at
the
second
hand
:
But
I
believe
one
might
as
narrowly
pry
For't
,
as
the
Grecian
did
for
honesty
,
And
yet
find
none
;
and
then
if
Women
be
Averse
to't
too
,
sure
all's
iniquity
On
this
side
Heaven
,
and
it
with
Justice
went
Up
thither
,
'cause
here
is
found
no
content
,
But
did
regardless
and
neglected
ly
,
And
with
an
awful
distance
was
past
by
.
Instead
of
hiding
their
prodigious
Acts
,
They
do
reveal
,
brag
of
their
horrid
Facts
;
Unless
it
be
some
few
who
hide
them
,
'cause
They
would
not
seem
to
violate
those
laws
Which
with
their
tongues
they'r
forc'd
for
to
maintain
,
Being
grave
Counsellers
or
Aldermen
,
Or
else
the
Wives
Relations
are
alive
,
And
then
,
if
known
,
some
other
way
they'l
drive
Their
golden
wheels
,
that
way
doth
seem
uneven
,
Then
the
Estate
most
certainly
is
given
Some
other
way
,
or
else
'tis
setled
so
As
he
may
never
have
it
to
bestow
,
Upon
his
Lusts
,
therefore
he
doth
seem
For
to
have
a
very
great
esteem
For
his
pretended
Joy
;
but
when
her
friends
Are
dead
,
then
he
his
cursed
life
defends
,
With
what
they
leave
;
then
the
unhappy
wife
,
With
her
dear
children
,
lead
an
horrid
life
,
And
the
Estate's
put
to
another
use
,
And
their
great
kindness
turn'd
an
abuse
;
And
should
I
strive
their
falshood
to
relate
,
Then
I
should
have
but
Sisiphus
his
fate
,
For
Man
is
so
inconstant
and
untrue
,
He's
like
a
shadow
which
one
doth
pursue
,
Still
flies
from's
word
,
nay
and
perfidious
too
.
An
Instance
too
of
Infidelity
We
have
in
Egypt's
false
King
Ptolomy
,
Who
,
tho'
he
under
obligations
were
,
For
to
protect
Pompey
from
the
snare
,
Who
fled
to
him
for
succour
,
yet
base
he
Did
command
his
death
most
treacherously
;
He
was
inconstant
too
,
or
else
design'd
The
same
at
first
,
so
alter'd
words
not
mind
,
Which
is
much
worse
,
for
when
that
one
doth
speak
With
a
full
resolution
,
for
to
break
One's
word
and
oath
,
surely
it
must
be
A
greater
crime
than
an
inconstancy
,
Which
is
as
great
failing
in
the
soul
As
any
sin
that
reason
doth
controul
,
But
I
designed
for
to
be
short
,
so
must
Be
sure
for
to
keep
firm
unto
the
first
That
I
resolved
,
or
else
should
reprove
These
faults
which
first
I
ought
for
to
remove
;
Therefore
,
with
Brutus
,
I
this
point
will
end
,
Who
,
tho'
he
ought
to
have
been
Caesar's
friend
,
By
being
declared
his
Heir
,
yet
it
was
he
Was
the
first
actor
in
his
tragedy
:
Perfidious
and
ungrateful
and
untrue
He
was
at
once
,
nay
and
disloyal
too
:
A
thousand
Instances
there
might
be
brought
,
(
Not
far
fetch'd
,
tho'
they
were
dearly
bought
)
To
prove
that
Man
more
false
than
Woman
is
,
More
unconstant
,
nay
and
more
perfidious
:
But
these
are
Crimes
which
hell
,
(
I'm
sure
not
heaven
)
As
they
pretend
,
hath
peculiar
given
Unto
our
Sex
,
but
'tis
as
false
as
they
,
And
that's
more
false
than
any
one
can
say
.
All
Pride
and
Lust
too
to
our
charge
they
lay
,
As
if
in
sin
we
all
were
so
sublime
As
to
monopolize
each
hainous
crime
;
Nay
,
Woman
now
is
made
the
Scape-goat
,
and
'Tis
she
must
bear
sins
of
all
the
land
:
But
I
believe
there's
not
a
Priest
that
can
Make
an
atonement
for
one
single
man
,
Nay
,
it
is
well
if
he
himself
can
bring
An
humble
,
pious
heart
for
th'
offering
;
A
thing
which
ought
to
be
inseparable
To
men
o'th'
Gown
and
of
the
Sacred
Table
;
Yet
it
is
sometimes
wanting
,
and
they
be
Too
often
sharers
of
Impiety
:
But
howsoever
the
strange
World
now
thrives
,
I
must
not
look
in
my
Teachers
lives
,
But
methinks
the
World
doth
seem
to
be
Nought
but
confusion
and
degeneracy
,
Each
Man's
so
eager
of
each
fatal
sin
,
As
if
he
fear'd
he
should
not
do't
again
;
Yet
still
his
soul
is
black
,
he
is
the
same
At
all
times
,
tho'
he
doth
not
act
all
flame
,
Because
he
opportunity
doth
want
,
And
to
him
always
there's
not
a
grant
Of
Objects
for
to
exercise
his
will
,
And
for
to
shew
his
great
and
mighty
skill
In
all
Sciences
diabolical
,
But
when
he
meets
with
those
which
we
do
call
Base
and
unjust
,
why
then
his
part
he
acts
Most
willingly
,
and
then
with
hell
contracts
To
do
the
next
thing
that
they
should
require
;
And
being
thus
inflamed
with
hellish
fire
,
He
doth
to
any
thing
it
doth
desire
,
Unless
'twere
possible
for
hell
to
say
,
They
should
be
good
,
for
then
they'd
disobey
.
I
am
not
sorry
you
do
Females
hate
,
But
rather
reckon
we're
more
fortunate
,
Because
I
find
,
when
you'r
right
understood
,
You
are
at
enmity
with
all
that's
good
,
And
should
you
love
them
,
I
should
think
they
were
A
growing
bad
,
but
still
keep
as
you
are
:
I
need
not
bid
you
,
for
you
must
I'm
sure
,
And
in
your
present
wretched
state
indure
;
'Tis
an
impossible
you
should
be
true
,
As
for
a
Woman
to
act
like
to
you
,
Which
I
am
sure
will
not
accomplish'd
be
,
Till
heaven's
turn'd
hell
,
and
that's
repugnancy
;
And
when
vice
is
virtue
you
shall
have
A
share
of
that
which
makes
most
Females
brave
,
Which
transmutations
I
am
sure
can't
be
;
So
thou
must
lie
in
vast
eternity
,
With
prospect
of
thy
endless
misery
,
When
Woman
,
your
imagin'd
Fiend
,
shall
live
Bless'd
with
the
Joys
that
Heaven
can
always
give
.