The most elegant and witty epigrams of Sir Iohn Harrington, Knight digested into foure bookes: three vvhereof neuer before published.

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Title: The most elegant and witty epigrams of Sir Iohn Harrington, Knight digested into foure bookes: three vvhereof neuer before published.
Author: Harington, John, Sir, 1560-1612.
Publication: London :: Printed by G[eorge] P[urslowe] for Iohn Budge: and are to be sold at his shop in Paules Church-yard at the signe of the Greene Dragon,; 1618.
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Subject terms: Epigrams, English.
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77 Of a speechlesse woman. To his wife.
A Curst wife, of her husbands dealings doubting,
At his home comming silent was and mute,
••nd when with kindnesse he did her salute,
••he held her peace, and lowring sate and pouring,
Which humor that he thought to check with flou∣ting:
He caus'd one secretly to raise a brute
That she lay speechlesse: straight the Bell doth toule,
••nd men deuoutly giuen, pray'd for her soule.
Then some kinde Gossips made a speciall sute
••o visit her, her hard case to condole:
••he wondred at the cause: but when she knew it,
••rom that time forward, so her tongue did role,
••hat her good man did wish he had been breechlesse,
When first he gaue it forth, that she was speechlesse.
Well then, my Moll, lest my mis-hap be such,
Be neuer dumbe, yet neuer speake too much.