Part 73 (1/2)

_She who keeps chastely to her husband's side Is not for one, but every night his bride; And stealing still with love and fear to bed, Brings him not one, but many a maidenhead._

_Candid_, white.

_Decurted_, curtailed.

899. TO HIS BOOK.

Before the press scarce one could see A little-peeping-part of thee; But since thou'rt printed, thou dost call To show thy nakedness to all.

My care for thee is now the less, Having resign'd thy shamefac'dness.

Go with thy faults and fates; yet stay And take this sentence, then away: Whom one belov'd will not suffice, She'll run to all adulteries.

900. TEARS.

Tears most prevail; with tears, too, thou may'st move Rocks to relent, and coyest maids to love.

901. TO HIS FRIEND TO AVOID CONTENTION OF WORDS.

Words beget anger; anger brings forth blows; Blows make of dearest friends immortal foes.

For which prevention, sociate, let there be Betwixt us two no more logomachy.

Far better 'twere for either to be mute, Than for to murder friends.h.i.+p by dispute.

_Logomachy_, contention of words.

902. TRUTH.

Truth is best found out by the time and eyes; _Falsehood wins credit by uncertainties_.

904. THE EYES BEFORE THE EARS.

We credit most our sight; one eye doth please Our trust far more than ten ear-witnesses.

905. WANT.

Want is a softer wax, that takes thereon This, that, and every base impression.

906. TO A FRIEND.

Look in my book, and herein see Life endless signed to thee and me.

We o'er the tombs and fates shall fly; While other generations die.

907. UPON M. WILLIAM LAWES, THE RARE MUSICIAN.

Should I not put on blacks, when each one here Comes with his cypress and devotes a tear?

Should I not grieve, my Lawes, when every lute, Viol, and voice is by thy loss struck mute?

Thy loss, brave man! whose numbers have been hurl'd, And no less prais'd than spread throughout the world.