Dear Nan, I would not have thy counsel lost, br Though I last night had twice so much been crost; br Well is a Passion to the Market brought, br When such a treasure of advice is bought br With so much dross. And could'st thou me assure, br Each vice of mine should meet with such a cure, br I would sin oft, and on my guilty brow br Wear every misperfection that I ow, br Open and visible; I should not hide br But bring my faults abroad: to hear thee chide br In such a Note, and with a Quill so sage, br It Passion tunes, and calmes a Tempests rage. br Well I am charm'd, and promise to redress br What, without shrift, my follies doe confess br Against my self: wherefore let me intreat, br When I fly out in that distemper'd heat br Which frets me into fasts, thou wilt reprove br That froward spleen in Poetry and Love: br So though I lose my reason in such fits, br Thoul't rime me back again into my wits.