Book II, 19: On Love and Lust

They'r wide, that take base Lust, for Loves halfe-brother,
Yeelding two Fathers, but the selfe same Mother:
Lust is a Monster, that's conceiv'd and bred
Of the abused Will; maintain'd, and fed
With sensuall thoughts; Of nature rude, uncivill;
Of life, robustious; and whose Sire's the Devill:
But Love's the Childe of th'uncorrupted Will,
Nourisht with Vertue, poys'ned with the swill
Of base respects; Of nature, sweet and milde;
In manners, gentle; eas'ly knowne whose Childe;
For, by the likenesse, ev'ry eye may gather,
That he's the Off-spring of a heav'nly Father:
This, suffers all things; That, can suffer nothing;
This, never ends; That, ever ends in loathing:
T'one loves the Darknesse most: The other, Light:
The last's the Childe of Day; The first, of Night;
The one is meeke; The other, full of Fyre;
This never laggs; That ever apt to tyre;
T'one's rash and furious; T'other milde and sage;
That dies with youth; whilst This survives with age;
The One's couragious; Tother full of Feares;
That seekes; The other baulks both eyes and eares:
In briefe, to know them both aright, and misse not;
In all respects, t'one is, what to'ther is not:
So farre from Brothers, that they seeme disioyn'd,
Not in Condition only, but in kinde:
Admit a falshood: that they had one Mother,
The best that Lst can claime's a Bastard Brother
Great God, must thou be conscious of that Name,
Which jealous Mortals ount the height of shame?
And not thy Nuptiall Bed alone defil'd,
But to be charged with the base-borne Childe?
And yet not mov'd? and yet not move thy Rod?
Hast thou not cause to be a Iealous God?
Can thy just Iealousies, Great God, be grounded
On Mans disloyalty, not Man confounded?