The Microcosm

Man of himself’s a little world, but join’d

With woman, woman for that end design’d,

(Hear cruel fair one whilst I this rehearse!)

He makes up then a complete universe.

Man, like this sublunary world, is born

The sport of two cross planets, love, and scorn:

Woman the other world resembles well,

In whose looks Heav’n is, in whose breast Hell.