You know how apt best men are to suspect us
In any cause that makes suspicious shadow
No greater than the shadow of a haire;260
And y'are to blame. What though my lord and husband
Lie forth to night, and since I cannot sleepe
When he is absent I sit up to night;
Though all the dores are sure, and all our servants
As sure bound with their sleepes; yet there is One[265]
That wakes above, whose eye no sleepe can binde:
He sees through dores, and darknesse, and our thoughts;