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No, hang me if I ever marry,
Till Womankind grow stancher,
I do delight delights to vary,
And love not in one Hulk to tarry,
But only Trim and Launch her.

— Charles Cotton Poems on Several Occasions (1689)

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Though fools spurn Hymen's gentle powers,
We, who improve his golden hours,
By sweet experience know
That marriage, rightly understood,
Gives to the tender and the good
A paradise below.

My infant love could humbly wait,
When young it scarce knew how
To plead; but grown to Man's estate,
He is impatient now.

Poems on Several Occasions (1689)

Woman, man’s greatest woe, or bliss,
Does ofter far, than serve, enslave,
And with the Magick of a Kiss,
Destroys whom she was made to save.

Poems on Several Occasions (1689)

My state is more advanc’d than when
I first attempted thee;
I su’d to be a Servant then,
But now to be made free.

Poems on Several Occasions (1689)

The Shadows now so long do grow,
That Brambles like tall Cedars show,
Mole-hills seem Mountains, and the Ant
Appears a monstrous Elephant.

Poems on Several Occasions (1689)

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