To Mistress E. S. Married to an old Usurer.
1
In your black Hair Night may securely lie,
Whilst yet you sleep; but when you wake, the sky,
Your Face, will be enlight'ned with your Eye.
2
Your Hayre does serve to ease and rescue sight,
As Shades resist the piercing force of light:
Your Eies and Hair atone the day and Night.
3
Why should a Souldier thus his praises spend,
On what he loves and cannot comprehend?
Our work is to attain, not to commend.
4
But Wealth has Married Wealth; with Youth Age joyns
His feeble heat, and melts his wither'd Loines,
Not to engender Men but sev'ral Coynes.