On cruel racks or slow impaling stakes.
Make him abstain, if sick, from griddle-cakes—
They, being rich, his stomach might derange—
And if in thin-soled shoes a walk he takes,
See that his stockings he doth quickly change.
Thus should thy woman's love through woman's duties range.
"And now, fair maiden, all the stars grow pale,
And teeming Nature drinks the morning dews;
And I must hasten to my Orient vale,
And quick put on a pair of over-shoes.