Besides if care of that main happiness
40Your sex triumphs in, doth your thoughts possess,
I mean your beauty from decay to keep;
No wash nor mask is like an old man's sleep.
Young wives need never to be sunburnt fear,
Who their old husbands for umbrellas wear:
How russet looks an orchard on the hill
To one that 's water'd by some neighb'ring drill?
Are not the floated meadows ever seen
To flourish soonest, and hold longest green?