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The Cabinet of Love.

At Sight of Plaister he’ll ne’er sail,

Nor faintly aik you what you ail;

Women must have both Youth and Beauty,

E’re-!, damn’d Rogue, will do his Duty j

And then sometimes he will not stand too,Whate’er Gallant or Mistress can do.

But I too long have left my Heroes,

Who fell into worse Hands than Nero's ;Twelve of them shut up in a Box,

Martyrs as true as are in Fox,

Were seiz’d upon as Goods forbiden,

Deep, under lawful Trastick, hidden;

When Council grave, of deepest Beard,Were callld for, out of City-Herd.

But fee the Fate of cruel Treachery,

Those Goats in Head, but not in Lechery,Forgetting each his Wife and Daughter,Condemn’d these Dildoes to the Slaughter.Cuckolds with Rage were blinded so.

They did not their Preservers know.

One less fanatick than the rest,

Stood up, and thus himself address’d;

These Dildoes may do Harm, I know ;But pray what is it may not so?

Plenty has often made Men proud,

And above Law advanc’d the Crowd :Religion’s Self has ruin’d Nations,

And caused vast Depopulations ;

Yet no wife People e’er refus’d it,

’Cause Knaves and Fools sometimes abus’d it.Are you afraid, lest merry Griggs

Will wear false-like Perriwigs j

And being but to small ones born,

Will great ones have of Wax and Horn.Since even that promotes our Gain,Methinks unjustly we complain,