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COMPENSATION.

If Helen love me, she doth so
After the cautious modern fashion,
And usages like linkboys go,
To light the progress of her passion.
Say mine estate should dwindle; say
The breath of scandal fogged mine honour,
Helen would weep her love away,
And bid me think no more upon her.
Say I fell ill, or lame, or blind,
The counsel of her friends would move her
Regretfully, to prove unkind,
And seek a less unfortunate lover.
But these things happen not, that is
Not in such sort as frightens Helen,
Whereas, her dear small prudencies
Make me a fenced demesne to dwell in.