Since 'tis my doom, Love's undershrieve,
                                     Why this reprieve?
Why doth my she advowson fly
                                     Incumbency?
Panting expectance makes us prove
The antics of benighted love,
And withered mates when wedlock joins,
They're Hymen's monkeys, which he ties by the loins
To play alas! but at rebated foins.

To sell thyself dost thou intend
                                     By candle's end,
And hold the contract thus in doubt
                                     Life's taper out?
Think but how soon the market fails;
Your sex lives faster than the males;
As if, to measure age's span,
The sober Julian were the account of man
Whilst you live by the fleet Gregorian.