Well, I am safe, said he, my wife is chaste,
Though on myself it wholly could depend;
But from it what have I to apprehend?
Make room, good folks, who leafless branches wear;
If you desire those honours I should share.
Thus Damon spoke, and to his precious wife
A curious sermon preached, it seems, on life.
IF cuckoldom, my friends, such torments give;
'Tis better far 'mong savages to live!
LEST worse should happen, Damon settled spies,