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'Tis growne almost a danger to speake true	A
Of any good minde now There are so few	A
The bad by number are so fortified	B
As what th'have lost t'expect they dare deride	B
So both the prais'd and praisers suffer Yet	C
For others ill ought none their good forget	C
I therefore who professe my selfe in love	D
With every vertue wheresoere it move	E
And howsoever as I am at fewd	C
With sinne and vice though with a throne endew'd	C
And in this name am given out dangerous	F
By arts and practise of the vicious	F
Such as suspect themselves and think it fit	C
For their owne cap'tall crimes t'indite my wit	C
I that have suffer'd this and though forsooke	G
Of Fortune have not alter'd yet my looke	G
Or so my selfe abandon'd as because	H
Men are not just or keepe no holy lawes	H
Of nature and societie I should faint	C
Or feare to draw true lines 'cause others paint	C
I Madame am become your praiser Where	I
If it may stand with your soft blush to heare	I
Your selfe but told unto your selfe and see	J
In my character what your features bee	J
You will not from the paper slightly passe	K
No Lady but at sometime loves her glasse	K
And this shall be no false one but as much	L
Remov'd as you from need to have it such	L
Looke then and see your selfe I will not say	K
Your beautie for you see that every day	K
And so doe many more All which can call	M
It perfect proper pure and naturall	M
Not taken up o' th'Doctors but as well	M
As I can say and see it doth excell	M
That askes but to be censur'd by the eyes	K
And in those outward formes all fooles are wise	K
Nor that your beautie wanted not a dower	I
Doe I reflect Some Alderman has power	I
Or cos'ning Farmer of the customes so	K
T'advance his doubtfull issue and ore flow	K
A Princes fortune These are gifts of chance	K
And raise not vertue they may vice enhance	K
My mirror is more subtill cleare refin'd	C
And takes and gives the beauties of the mind	C
Though it reject not those of Fortune such	L
As Blood and Match Wherein how more than much	L
Are you engaged to your happie fate	C
For such a lot that mixt you with a State	C
Of so great title birth but vertue most	C
Without which all the rest were sounds or lost	C
'Tis onely that can time and chance defeat	C
For he that once is good is ever great	C
Wherewith then Madame can you better pay	K
This blessing of your starres than by that way	K
Of vertue which you tread what if alone	N
Without companions 'Tis safe to have none	O
In single paths dangers with ease are watch'd	C
Contagion in the prease is soonest catch'd	C
This makes that wisely you decline your life	P
Farre from the maze of custome error strife	P
And keepe an even and unalter'd gaite	C
Not looking by or back like those that waite	C
Times and occasions to start forth and seeme	Q
Which though the turning world may dis esteeme	Q
Because that studies spectacles and showes	K
And after varied as fresh objects goes	K
Giddie with change and therefore cannot see	K
Right the right way yet must your comfort bee	K
Your conscience and not wonder if none askes	K
For Truths complexion where they all weare maskes	K
Let who will follow fashions and attyres	K
Maintaine their liedgers forth for forrain wyres	K
Melt downe their husbands land to powre away	K
On the close groome and page on new yeares day	K
And almost all dayes after while they live	R
They finde it both so wittie and safe to give	S
Let 'hem on poulders oyles and paintings spend	C
Till that no usurer nor his bawds dare lend	C
Them or their officers and no man know	K
Whether it be a face they weare or no	K
Let 'hem waste body and state and after all	M
When their owne Parasites laugh at their fall	M
May they have nothing left whereof they can	T
Boast but how oft they have gone wrong to man	T
And call it their brave sinne For such there be	K
That doe sinne onely for the infamie	Q
And never think how vice doth every houre	I
Eat on her clients and some one devoure	I
You Madam yong have learn'd to shun these shelves	K
Whereon the most of mankind wracke themselves	K
And keeping a just course have early put	C
Into your harbour and all passage shut	C
'Gainst stormes or pyrats that might charge your peace	K
For which you worthy are the glad increase	K
Of your blest wombe made fruitfull from above	D
To pay your lord the pledges of chaste love	D
And raise a noble stemme to give the fame	Q
To Cliftons blood that is deny'd their name	Q
Grow grow faire tree and as thy branches shoote	C
Heare what the Muses sing above thy root	C
By me their Priest if they can ought divine	U
Before the moones have fill'd their tripple trine	U
To crowne the burthen which you go withall	M
It shall a ripe and timely issue fall	M
T'expect the honors of great 'Avbigny	U
And greater rites yet writ in mystery	I
But which the Fates forbid me to reveale	M
Only thus much out of a ravish'd zeale	M
Unto your name and goodnesse of your life	P
They speake since you are truly that rare wife	P
Other great wives may blush at when they see	I
What your try'd manners are what theirs should be	I
How you love one and him you should how still	M
You are depending on his word and will	M
Not fashion'd for the Court or strangers eyes	K
But to prease him who is the dearer prise	K
Unto himselfe by being so deare to you	A
This makes that your affections still be new	A
And that your soules conspire as they were gone	U
Each into other and had now made one	U
Live that one still and as long yeares do passe	K
Madame be bold to use this truest glasse	K
Wherein your forme you still the same shall find	C
Because nor it can change nor such a mind	C

Ben Jonson

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