VIII. Honesty.
1
In Lov's school I've lately enter'd,
And have chose my nuptial mate;
On her vertues I have ventur'd,
E're I counted her estate.
2
I have seen her grace exceeding
All the stroke of wanton girls:
I priz'd her bounty and her breeding
Richer then a thousand pearls.
3
And such wealth will ne're be spent all,
Her vertuous soul cannot decay:
And where such beauty's ornamentall,
Who can turn their hearts away?
5
And therefore my love Ile cherish,
Till I make my blisse divine;
And let me for ever perish
When I cease from being thine.