It payes you well, if it teach you to spare, And make you,'ashm'd, to make your hawks praise, yours, Which when herselfe she lessens in the aire, 35 You then first say, that high enough she toures. However, keepe the lively tast you hold Of God, love him as now, but feare him more, And in your afternoones thinke what you told And promis'd him, at morning prayer before. 40 Let falshood like a discord anger you, Else be not froward. But why doe I touch Things, of which none is in your practise new, And Tables, or fruit-trenchers teach as much; But thus I make you keepe your promise Sir, 45 Riding I had you, though you still staid there, And in these thoughts, although you never stirre, You came with mee to Micham, and are here. [To Sir Henry Goodyere. _1633-69:_ _so with_ Goodyere _variously spelt_ _A25_, _B_, _C_, _Cy_, _D_, _H49_, _Lec:_ To S^r Henry Goodyere (H: G: _A18_, _N_, _TC_) moveing him to travell. _A18_, _N_, _O'F_, _TC_] [1 Past, _1633-54_, _A18_, _A25_, _B_, _Cy_, _D_, _H49_, _Lec_, _N_, _O'F_, _TC:_ Last _1669_, _Chambers_] [2 reads,] read, _1650-54_] [6 decayes:] decayes, _1633_] [16 womens] womans _1669_] [17 dyet; _Ed:_ dyet, _1633_ (_with a larger interval than is usually given to a comma_), _1669:_ dyet. _1635-54_] [20 harvests, _1633-54_, _A18_, _B_, _D_, _H49_, _Lec_, _TC:_ harvest, _1669_, _A25_, _C_, _Cy_, _N_, _O'F_, _Chambers_] [27 Goe; _A18_, _B_, _TC:_ Goe, _1633-69_ Hence; _A18_, _TC:_ hence; _1633:_ hence _1635-54:_ Hence. _1669_] [28 in us, _1633_, _A18_, _A25_, _C_, _Cy_, _D_, _H49_, _Lec_, _N_, _TC:_ to us, _1635-69_, _B_, _O'F_] [34 you,'asham'd, _Ed:_ you'asham'd, _1633-69:_ you asham'd _Chambers and Grolier_. _See note_] [37 However, _1633-39:_ However _1650-69:_ Howsoever _A18_, _B_, _D_, _N_, _O'F_, _TC_] [38 as] _om. 1639-69_] [42 froward.] froward; _1633_] [44 Tables _1633-54_, _Lec:_ Fables _1669_, _A18_, _A25_, _B_, _Cy_, _D_, _H49_, _N_, _O'F_, _TC_] [45 make] made _A18_, _N_, _TC_] [48 with mee to] to mee at _A18_, _N_, _TC_] To M^r _Rowland Woodward_. Like one who'in her third widdowhood doth professe Her selfe a Nunne, tyed to retirednesse, So'affects my muse now, a chast fallownesse; Since shee to few, yet to too many'hath showne How love-song weeds, and Satyrique thornes are growne 5 Where seeds of better Arts, were early sown. Though to use, and love Poëtrie, to mee, Betroth'd to no'one Art, be no'adulterie; Omissions of good, ill, as ill deeds bee. For though to us it seeme,'and be light and thinne, 10 Yet in those faithfull scales, where God throwes in Mens workes, vanity weighs as much as sinne.