DISSIMULATION.
Love, look on me, and I will give thee clothes.
LOVE.
I will no more by thee be so disguised.
SIMPLICITY.
Ye do the wiser, for his face looks like a cloak-back.
DISSIMULATION.
In thy affections I had once a place.
LOVE.
Those fond affections wrought me foul disgrace.
DISSIMULATION.
I'll make amends, if ought amiss were done.
LOVE.
Who once are burn'd, the fire will ever shun.
DISSIMULATION.
And yet once burn'd to warm again may prove.
LOVE.
Not at thy fire; I will be perfect Love.
SIMPLICITY.
I promise you, the wenches have learn'd to answer wittily.
Here's many fair proffers to Lucre and Love,
But who clothes poor Conscience? she may sit long enough.