The penitent Prodigall, to his loose-bodied Mistresses

Hence tempting trifles, hence, I here defie
Your sighs and teares, your smiles and flattery.
Your vertues are but vizards, and your wits
But wandering flames, that lead men into pits.
Be Fooles your play-fellows; I'le trust no more
Women than waves, that flow to every shore,
Offering their forward boldnesse unto all,
Yet when they are at proudest, backward fall.