No more from Women, than from Judges, can,
Good Pleas, without good Bribes, their Favour gain;
Love must be brib'd, as well as Justice too,
E'r either Blind, Right to Complainants do;
For Gold cures all Impediments o'th' Sight;
Makes both the Blind, to see best Wrong from Right;
Sighs, Tears, and Pray'rs, make angry Heaven kind,
But Vows, or Tears, no Mortal Angels mind;
In vain is Rhetorick, or Quaint Discourse,
Where Arguments which chink, are but of Force;
Where Musick, nor sweet-sounding Flattery,
Make a Fair She more still to stand, or lie:
The Name of Lord does not Admittance gain,
To Woman Mercenary still, tho' Vain;
Who values only for his Gold, her Man;
Nor with a Trading She, can Merchants Trade,
Till Entry-Money for their Love be paid;
There's nothing wanting to the bold Gallant,
Provided, he does Heart, not Money want;
He has good Eyes, who Gold to rub 'em has,
The full Hand, for well-shap'd, white, smooth will pass;
And in a Love-Suit he must needs succeed,
Whose Suit his Gold most weightily does Plead;
Gold gilds the Silver Hair, turns Red Hair bright,
Nay, makes the crooked straight, the wrong Sense right;
Makes languishing the dead, or squinting Eyes,
The Blabber-Lip, the fittest too, to Kiss;
Teeth, which bow Gold, with Mistresses, will go
For good ones, whether they be such, or no;
To cringe, or bow the Body, does not seem
Such true Respect, as bowing Gold for them;
So the King in Essigie, we make
To plead for us, that Dames we more may take,
Bow, or break Gold, that our Hearts may not break;
The full Hand, rifles any Woman's Breast,
The full Hand, not the soft, for Feeling's best;
Him, the best Lover Women think to be,
Who seems less of his Flesh, than Money free;
Since they their Men for truer-metl'd hold,
Not for Steel-Backs, but Handfuls of their Gold;
Love's gain'd, like Fame, not by bold Deeds, good Words,
But by Men's drawing Purses, not their Swords:
To Mercenary Female Deities,
In vain are Vows, without a Sacrifice;
If Gold, or Perfumes we forgot to proffer,
In vain we Pray'r, or empty Praise shall offer;
Since Mortal Goddesses, in Love, are Jews ,
Pray'rs, without Off'rings, like them, they refuse;
Nay they say, both like Jews and Christians too,
Faith, without Charity will nothing do;
Will, for false Faith, with Mortal Angels go;
With whom, to gain Communication here,
We must do, as with Angels still elsewhere;
Must strip our selves here, first, of all we have,
Our Souls from Love's tormenting Flames to save;
To make our Mortal Goddesses to grant
Our Love-Petitions, and relieve our Want;
To make them yielding, or propitious seem,
To Love's devoted, for Pray'rs, Vows, to them;
Since Faith to Women, as to Angels too,
Without Good Works, for True Faith cannot go;
Nor Love, or Faith, without some Charity,
CaNour Devotion to them justifie.