He descants on his Marrying, and lying with an Indian-Black: Gives wholsome Advice to others; and concludes for this time.
At the first sight, her head seem’d in a Case,
Or that a Vizard-mask had hid her face,
Or that she was some Friend from hell had stole,
Having for Lust been burnt there to a cole.
I could not tell what this foul thing should be:
A Succubus it did appear to me;
A damn’d black soul, that was by heaven sent,
To make me of my blacker crimes repent.
I started from her, being much amaz’d: