Porter, I durst not mell with sacred writ, Nor woe the mistress 'fore I win the maid; For my young years are tasked; it's yet unfit, For youth as eld is never half so staid. Thyself which hath the sum of Art and Wit Thus much I know unto me would have said; Thy silver bell could not so sweetly sing If that too soon thou hadst begun her ring. |