0.014An Humorous Day始s Mirth
1.0.11Enter the Count Labervele in his shirt and night-gown with 2two jewels in his hand. 4Yet hath the morning sprinkled thr始out the clouds
1.25But half her tincture, and the soil of night
1.3Sticks still
6upon the bosom of the air.
1.4Yet sleep doth rest my
7love for nature始s debt,
1.5And through her window and this
8dim twilight
1.6Her maid, nor any waking I can see.
1.7This
9is the holy green, my wife始s close walk,
1.8— To which not any
10but herself alone
1.9Hath any key, only that I have
11clapped
1.10Her key in wax and made this counterfeit —
1.11To the
12which I steal access
1.12To work this rare and politic device.
1.1313Fair is my wife, and young and delicate,
1.14Although too religious
14in the purist sort;
1.15But pure religion being but
15mental stuff,
1.16And sense, indeed, all for itself,
1.17Is to be doubted;
16that, when an object comes
1.18Fit to her humour, she will
17intercept
1.19Religious letters sent unto her mind,
1.20And yield
18unto the motion of her blood.
1.21Here have I brought, then,
19two rich agates for her,
1.22Graven with two posies of mine own
20devising,
1.23For poets I始ll not trust, nor friends, nor any.
1.24She
21longs to have a child, which yet, alas,
1.25I cannot get, yet long
22as much as she,
1.26And not to make her desperate, thus I write
1.2723In this fair jewel, though it simple be,
1.28Yet 始tis mine own,
24that meaneth well enough:
1.29Despair not of children,
1.31When man is at the weakest,
1.32God is at the strongest.
1.3326I hope 始tis plain and knowing. In this other, that I write:
1.3427God will reward her a thousandfold
1.35That takes what age
28can, and not what age would.
1.36I hope 始tis pretty and pathetical.
1.38Lie both together till my love arise
1.39And let her
30think you fall out of the skies.