Virgin Me No Virgins! I

One Grain Of Incense With Devotion Offer'd 's Beyond All Perfumes Of Sabaean Spices.

Ill News Are Swallow-winged, But What Is Good Walks On Crutches.

Nay, Droop Not, Fellows; Innocence Should Be Bold.

Nor Custom, Nor Example, Nor Cast Numbers Of Such As Do Offend, Make Less The Sin.

But Married Once, A Man Is Stak'd Or Pown'd, And Cannot Graze Beyond His Own Hedge.