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176 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1606
: And now methinks I could e'en chide myself
For doting on her beauty, though her death
Shall be revenged after no common action.
Does the Silk-worm expend her yellow labors
For thee? for thee does she undo herself?
Are Lordships sold to maintain Ladyships
For the poor benefit of a bewitching minute?
Why does yon fellow falsify highways
And put his life between the Judge's lips
To refine such a thing, keeps horse and men
To beat their valors for her?
Surely we're all mad people, and they
Whome we think are, are not; we mistake those,
Tis we are mad in sense, they but in clothes. . .
Does every proud and self-affecting Dame
Camphor her face for this? And grieve her Maker
In sinful baths of milk, when many an infant starves,
For her superfluous outside--all for this?
Who now bids twenty pound a night, prepares
Music, perfumes, and sweetmeats? All are hushed.
Thou mayest lie chaste now! It were fine methinks,
To have thee seen at Revels, forgetful feasts,
And unclean brothels. Sure, t'would fright the sinner
And make him a good coward, put a Reveller
Out off his Antic amble
And cloy an Epicure with empty dishes.
Here might a scornful and ambitious woman
Look through and through herself. See Ladies, with false forms
You deceive men, but cannot deceive worms."
LUSSURIOSO
[…]
I know this, which I never learnt in schools:
The world's divided into knaves and fools.
(II: ii, ll. 4-5)