This circle, though but small about,
The devil, jealousy, will keep out.
If I think my wife is fair,
What need other people care? 1653.
God’s appointment is my contentment.
Love, I like thee; sweet, requite me.
With heart and hand at your command.
My heart in silence speaks to thee,
Though absence barrs tongue’s liberty.
Faithful ever: deceitful never.