Maids' words more vain and light than falling leaves,
Which, as it seems, hence wind and sea bereaves.
If any godly care of me thou hast,
Add deeds unto thy promises at last.
And with swift nags drawing thy little coach
(Their reins let loose), right soon my house approach.50
But when she comes, you[322] swelling mounts, sink down,
And falling valleys be the smooth ways' crown.[323]
FOOTNOTES:
[318] Not in Isham copy or ed. A.