Few love what others have unguarded left.
Nor doth her face please, but her husband's love:
I know not what men think should thee so move[366]
She is not chaste that's kept, but a dear whore:[367]
Thy fear is than her body valued more.30
Although thou chafe, stolen pleasure is sweet play;
She pleaseth best, "I fear," if any say.
A free-born wench, no right 'tis up to lock,
So use we women of strange nations' stock.
Because the keeper may come say, "I did it,"