3.
An.
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 shall
succeed in all loving and deare nominations, which (as
we read in
Homer) the most vertuous
Andromache confers
upon her husband
Hector.
What father, mother, brother, else can be,
Thou, thou, sweet husband art all these to me.
