Yet no Man considers, yet no Man considers
My comfortless Case.
Young Women were valued, as I have been told,
In the late times of Peace, above Mountains of Gold;
But now there is Fighting, we are nothing but sliting,
Few Gallants in Conjugal Matters delighting:
'Tis a shame that Mankind, should love killing and slaying
And mind not supplying the stock that's decaying.
Unlucky Clarinda, to love in a Season,
When Mars has forgotten to do Venus Reason;