OPINION

Grave Truth is feigned to be the Daughter SATURN; who indeed, with the Ancients was no other than TIME, and so his name alludes, in non-Latin alphabet . Plut. in Queen . To which confer the Greek Adage, in non-Latin alphabet . Time, and Industry my Parents are; My Name is TRUTH, who through these sounds of War (Which figure the wise Minds discursive fight) In Mists by Nature wrapped, salute the Light. Best Herald of thine own Birth, well related: Put me and mine to proof of words, and facts, In any Question this fair Hour exacts. I take the adverse partly; and she that best Defends her side, be TRUTH by all confessed. Untouched Virginity, Laugh out; to see Freedom in Fetters placed, and vrg'd' gainst thee. What Griefs lie groaning on the Nuptial Bed? What dull Satiety? In what sheets of Led Tumble, and toss the restless Married Pair, Each, oft, offended with the Others air? From whence springs all-devouring Avarice, But from the Cares, which out of Wedlock rise? And, where there is in Life's best-tempered Fires And End, set in it self to all desires, A settled Quiet, Freedom never checked, How far are Married Lives from this effect? A narrow Sea, between Aulis, a Port of Boeotia, and the Isle Eum oea. See Pom. Melam. lib. 2. EURIPUS, that bears Ships, in all their pride, Gainst roughest Winds, with violence of his Tide, And ebbs, and flows, seven times in every day, Toils not more turbulent, or fierce then they. And the ̄ , what Rules Husbands prescribe their Wives! In their Eyes Circles, they must bound their Lives. The Moon, when farthest from the Sun she shines, Is most refulgent; nearest, most declines: But your poor Wives far off must never room, But wast their Beauty's, near their Lords, at home: And when their Lords range out, at home must hide (Like to begged Monopolies ) all their Pride. When their Lords list to feed a serious Fit They must be serious; when to show their Wit In lests, and Laughter, they must laugh, and jest; When they wake, wake; and when they rest, must rest. And to their Wives Men give such narrow scopes, As if they meant to make them walk on Ropes: No Tumblers bide more peril of their Necks In all their Tricks; Then Wives in Husbands Checks. Where Virgins, in their sweet, and peaceful State Have all things perfect; spin their own free Fate; Depend on no proud Second; are their own Centre, and Circle; Now, and always One. To whose Example, we do still hear named One God, one Nature, and but one World framed, One Sun, one Moon, one Element of Fire, So, of the Rest; One King, that does inspire Soul, to all Bodies, in this royal Sphere: How she does err! and the whole Heaven mistake! Loo e how a Flower, that close in Closes grows, Hid from rude Cattle, bruised with no Ploughs, Which the Air does stroke, Sun strengthen, Showers It many Youths, & many Maids desire; (shoot higher, The same, when cropped by cruel hand is withered, No Youths at all, No Maidens have desired: So a Virgin, while vutouch'd she does remain, Is deer to hers; but when with Bodies stain Her chaster Flower is lost, she leaves to appear Or sweet to Young Men, or to Maidens deer. That Conquest then may crown me in this War, Virgins, Oh Virgins fly from HYMEN far. These are but words; hast thou a Knight will try (By stroke of Arms) the simple Verity? The Like will I do for Virginity. I, Do: it were not safe thou shouldst abide: This speaks thy Name, with shame to quit thy side.