A secret loue or two I must confesse
I kindly welcome for change in close playing
Yet my deare husband I loue ne’erthelesse
His desires, whole or halfe, quickly allaying
At all times ready to offer redresse:
His owne he neuer wants but hath it duely
Yet twits me I keepe not touch with him truly
The more a spring is drawne the more it flowes
No Lampe lesse light retaines by lightning others:
Is hee a looser his losse that nere knowes?
Or is he wealthy that wast treasure smothers?
My churl vowes no man shall sent his sweet Rose
His owne enough and more I giue him duely
Yet still he twits mee I keepe not touch truly
Wise Archers beare more than one shaft to field
The Venturer loads not with one ware his shipping;
Should Warriers learn but one weapon to weilde
Or thriue faire plants e’er the worse for the slipping?
One dish cloyes, many fresh appetite yeeld:
Mine own Ile vse, and his he shall haue duely
Iudge then what debter can keepe touch more truly
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