I'll Have No Husband, If You Be

Friendship Is Constant In All Other Things, Save In The Office And Affairs Of Love.

The Bashful Virgin's Sidelong Looks Of Love, The Matron's Glance That Would Those Looks Reprove.

I Can See His Pride Peep Through Each Part Of Him.

To This Urn Let Those Repair That Are Either True Or Fair; For These Dead Birds Sigh A Prayer.

Being Of No Power To Make His Wishes Good: His Promises Fly So Beyond His State That What He Speaks Is All In Debt; He Owes For Every Word.