That we
Foresee
You are cloy'd here,
If so, no
Ho,
But avoid here.
989. CARE A GOOD KEEPER.
Care keeps the conquest; 'tis no less renown
To keep a city than to win a town.
990. RULES FOR OUR REACH.
Men must have bounds how far to walk; for we
Are made far worse by lawless liberty.
991. TO BIANCA.
Ah, Bianca! now I see
It is noon and past with me:
In a while it will strike one;
Then, Bianca, I am gone.
Some effusions let me have
Offer'd on my holy grave;
Then, Bianca, let me rest
With my face towards the East.
992. TO THE HANDSOME MISTRESS GRACE POTTER.
As is your name, so is your comely face
Touch'd everywhere with such diffused grace,
As that in all that admirable round
There is not one least solecism found;
And as that part, so every portion else
Keeps line for line with beauty's parallels.