Tho' were I wearied to each marrow boneAnd by many o' languors clean forgoneYet I to seek thee (friend!) would still assay.In such proud lodging (friend) wouldst self denay?Tell us where haply dwell'st thou, speak outright,Be bold and risk it, trusting truth to light,Say do these milk-white girls thy Steps detain?If aye in tight-sealed lips thy tongue remain,All Amor's fruitage thou shalt cast away:Verbose is Venus, loving verbal play!But, an it please thee, padlockt palate bear,So in your friendship I have partner-share.