And lo, no glorious Purchace that Man gets,
Who hath with such poore Trifles, woo'd, and wonne:
Her footing, on a Ball, his Mistresse sets,
Which in a moment slips, and she is gone.
A Woman, meerely with an Out side caught,
Or tempted with a Galliard, or a Song,
Will him forsake (whom she most lovely thought)
For Players and for Tumblers, ere't be long.
You, then, that wish your Love should ever last,
(And would enjoy Affection without changing)