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To the H. Lady, D. C. at his departure.
MAdam whose first stile is good,
Great in vertue as in blood,
For my entertainment, take
This warm sacrifice, I make
In wishes, which flow best, which art
Hath little traffick with the heart.
May every Sun that rises, pay
You pleasure long liv'd as the day,
And at night the silent streams
Of pious thoughts fill up your dreams:
For him, to whom your heart is tyed,
Keep it still Virgin, and Bride,
That often as you go to bed,
You give and take a maiden-head.
Never sigh, but when you pray,
May your Husband smile all day:
And when clouds make dark his skie,
Strike new day-light from your eye,
And if e're he think amisse,
May you cure him with a kisse!
But to keep his heart at home,
Be rich in treasures of your womb,
And taught by examples of your love,
With every Olive-branch a Dove.