“No children small I ween were they,
But pups with which I’m wont to play.”
“How happ’d this morn that baby scream.
Which from thy chamber broke my dream?”
“O babes in that guise seldom squall,
My maid cried for her keys so small.”
“What might that splendid cradle mean,
Which hidden here I oft have seen?”
“It was no cradle met thine eyes,
But my silk woof about that lies.
“Brother if thou hast questions more,
I’ve other answers still in store.”
When women for answers are at stop,
There’ll be in the main no water drop.
EPIGRAMS
1.
There’s no living, my boy, without plenty of gold,
But gold to obtain you must ever be bold.
The Diver will never who feareth the shark
Bring up precious pearls from the sea caverns dark.