586. IN THE DARK NONE DAINTY. Night hides our thefts, all faults then pardon'd be; All are alike fair when no spots we see. Lais and Lucrece in the night-time are Pleasing alike, alike both singular: Joan and my lady have at that time one, One and the self-same priz'd complexion: Then please alike the pewter and the plate, The chosen ruby, and the reprobate. _Lais and Lucrece_, opposite types of incontinence and purity. Cp. 665, 885. 587. A CHARM, OR AN ALLAY FOR LOVE. If so be a toad be laid In a sheep's-skin newly flay'd, And that tied to man, 'twill sever Him and his affections ever. 590. TO HIS BROTHER-IN-LAW, MASTER JOHN WINGFIELD. For being comely, consonant, and free To most of men, but most of all to me; For so decreeing that thy clothes' expense Keeps still within a just circumference; Then for contriving so to load thy board As that the messes ne'er o'erlade the lord; Next for ordaining that thy words not swell To any one unsober syllable: These I could praise thee for beyond another, Wert thou a Winstfield only, not a brother. _Consonant_, harmonious. 591. THE HEADACHE. My head doth ache, O Sappho! take Thy fillet, And bind the pain, Or bring some bane To kill it. But less that part Than my poor heart Now is sick; One kiss from thee Will counsel be And physic. 592. ON HIMSELF. Live by thy muse thou shalt, when others die Leaving no fame to long posterity: When monarchies trans-shifted are, and gone, Here shall endure thy vast dominion. 593. UPON A MAID. Hence a blessed soul is fled, Leaving here the body dead; Which since here they can't combine, For the saint we'll keep the shrine. 596. UPON THE TROUBLESOME TIMES. O times most bad, Without the scope Of hope Of better to be had! Where shall I go, Or whither run To shun This public overthrow? No places are, This I am sure, Secure In this our wasting war. Some storms we've past, Yet we must all Down fall, And perish at the last. 597. CRUELTY BASE IN COMMANDERS. Nothing can be more loathsome than to see Power conjoin'd with Nature's cruelty. 599. UPON LUCIA. I ask'd my Lucia but a kiss, And she with scorn denied me this; Say then, how ill should I have sped, Had I then ask'd her maidenhead? 600. LITTLE AND LOUD. Little you are, for woman's sake be proud; For my sake next, though little, be not loud. 601. SHIPWRECK. He who has suffered shipwreck fears to sail Upon the seas, though with a gentle gale. 602. PAINS WITHOUT PROFIT. A long life's-day I've taken pains For very little, or no gains; The evening's come, here now I'll stop, And work no more, but shut up shop.