Venus naked in her chamber,
Wounds more deep than Mars in armour.
73.
The Maid's Answer.
If such a wound you fear;
Take heed you come not there!
74.
A drooping Lover's Posy, sent with a pair of Gloves.
'Tween hope and sad despair I sail;
Thy help I crave!
My grief the sea, thy breath the sail
May sink or save.
75.
Another of the same kind.
Hope and despair attend me still:
Hope strives to save; despair, to kill!