15His Remedie for LoueSince to obtaine thee, nothing me will sted,I haue a Med’cine that shall cure my Loue,The powder of her Heart dry’d, when she is dead,That Gold nor Honour ne’r had pow’r to moue;Mix’d with her Teares, that ne’r her true-Loue crost,Nor at Fifteene ne’r long’d to be a Bride,Boyl’d with her Sighes, in giuing vp the Ghost,That for her late deceased Husband dy’d;Into the same then let a Woman breathe,That being chid did neuer word replie,With one thrice-marry’d’s Pray’rs, that did bequeathA Legacie to stale Virginitie. If this Receit haue not the pow’r to winne me, Little Ile say, but thinke the Deuill’s in me.