Nature's lay idiot, I taught thee to love, br And in that sophistry, Oh, thou dost prove br Too subtle: Foole, thou didst not understand br The mystic language of the eye nor hand: br Nor couldst thou judge the difference of the air br Of sighs, and say, This lies, this sounds despair: br Nor by th' eyes water call a malady br Desperately hot, or changing feverously. br I had not taught thee, then, the Alphabet br Of flowers, how they devisefully being set br And bound up might with speechless secrecy br Deliver errands mutely, and mutually. br Remember since all thy words used to be br To every suitor, Ay, if my friends agree; br Since, household charms, thy husband's name to teach, br Were all the love tricks that thy wit could reach; br And since, an hour's discourse could scarce have made br One answer in thee, and that ill arrayed br In broken proverbs and torn sentences. br Thou art not by so many duties his, br That from the world's Common having severed thee, br Inlaid thee, neither to be seen, nor see, br As mine: who have with amorous delicacies br Refined thee into a blisful Paradise.