Pleasant dialogues and dramma's, selected out of Lucian, Erasmus, Textor, Ovid, &c. With sundry emblems extracted from the most elegant Iacobus Catsius. As also certaine elegies, epitaphs, and epithalamions or nuptiall songs; anagrams and acrosticks; with divers speeches (upon severall occasions) spoken to their most excellent Majesties, King Charles, and Queene Mary. With other fancies translated from Beza, Bucanan, and sundry Italian poets. By Thomas Heywood

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Grafting hath more on which thy mind may rest, Graft then these precepts likewise in thy brest. Tree's grace the graft, by sap themselves do spend, And their owne ornament to others lend. If with thy golden dower thy house shine bright, And swell his coffers which before were light: Be not thou proud, nor thine owne wealth proclaime, Let all thine house rest in thine husbands name. Who would not thinke that clamorous woman mad, To cry This, That, from me, my husband had. These were, and are still mine. It is not knowne How wives can bost of ought that is their owne. That the law make men lords, there is no doubt, And 'tis a right, that goes the world throughout.

Marriage teacheth, that a woman should hold her

husband to be all things unto her, and that he alone shal•• succeed in all loving and deare nominations, which (a•• we read in Homer) the most vertuous Andromache confer•• upon her husband Hector.

What father, mother, brother, else can be, Thou, thou, sweet husband art all these to me.