For, why should that Vaine-Crew whose Valour springs
From beastly Fury, or inflamed-Passion,
Enabled be to compasse bolder things,
Then Sober-Wit, and Grave Consideration?
Or, why should lisping-Wantons, for their Lust
So much adventure as one finger, there,
Where we our Lives in hazard would not thrust
For Vertues Glory, if it needfull were?
For, though her Sweetnesse fast is closed in
With many Thornes, and such a Prickling-guard,