A secret love

A secret loue or two I must confesse

I kindly welcome for change in close playing,

Yet my deare husband I loue ne'erthelesse,

His desires, whole or halfe, quickly allaying,

At all times ready to offer redresse:

His owne he neuer wants but hath it duely,

Yet twits me I keepe not touch with him truly.

The more a spring is drawne the more it flowes,

No Lampe lesse light retaines by lightning others:

Is hee a looser his losse that nere knowes?

Or is he wealthy that wast treasure smothers?

My churl vowes no man shall sent his sweet Rose,

His owne enough and more I giue him duely,

Yet still he twits mee I keepe not touch truly.

Wise Archers beare more than one shaft to field,

The Venturer loads not with one ware his shipping;

Should Warriers learn but one weapon to weilde,

Or thriue faire plants e'er the worse for the slipping?

One dish cloyes, many fresh appetite yeeld:

Mine own Ile vse, and his he shall haue duely,

Iudge then what debter can keepe touch more truly.