Their fortunes! the perpetual aims
Of all their extasies and flames. 
For when the money’s on the book,
And, All my worldly goods —­ but spoke, 960
(The formal livery and seisin
That puts a lover in possession,)
To that alone the bridegroom’s wedded;
The bride a flam, that’s superseded. 
To that their faith is still made good, 965
And all the oaths to us they vow’d: 
For when we once resign our pow’rs,
W’ have nothing left we can call ours: 
Our money’s now become the Miss
Of all your lives and services; 970
And we forsaken, and postpon’d;
But bawds to what before we own’d;
Which, as it made y’ at first gallant us,
So now hires others to supplant us,
Until ’tis all turn’d out of doors, 975
(As we had been) for new amours;
For what did ever heiress yet
By being born to lordships get? 
When the more lady sh’ is of manours,
She’s but expos’d to more trepanners, 980
Pays for their projects and designs,
And for her own destruction fines;
And does but tempt them with her riches,
To use her as the Dev’l does witches;
Who takes it for a special grace 985
To be their cully for a space,
That when the time’s expir’d, the drazels
For ever may become his vassals: 
So she, bewitch’d by rooks and spirits,
Betrays herself, and all sh’ inherits; 990
Is bought and sold, like stolen goods,
By pimps, and match-makers, and bawds,
Until they force her to convey,
And steal the thief himself away. 
These are the everlasting fruits 995
Of all your passionate love-suits,
Th’ effects of all your amorous fancies
To portions and inheritances;
Your love-sick rapture for fruition
Of dowry, jointure, and tuition; 1000
To which you make address and courtship;
Ad with your bodies strive to worship,
That th’ infants’ fortunes may partake
Of love too, for the mother’s sake. 
For these you play at purposes, 1005
And love your love’s with A’s and B’s: 
For these at Beste and L’Ombre woo,
And play for love and money too;
Strive who shall be the ablest man
At right gallanting of a fan; 1010
And who the most genteelly bred
At sucking of a vizard-head;
How best t’ accost us in all quarters;
T’ our question —­ and —­ command new Garters
And solidly discourse upon 1015
All sorts of dresses, Pro and Con. 
For there’s no mystery nor trade,
But in the art of love is made: 
And when you have more debts to pay
Than Michaelmas and Lady-Day, 1020
And no way possible to do’t,
But love and oaths, and restless suit,