'Twill stop his mouth, if thou the first complain.All thou hast done be ready to forswear:For lovers' oaths fair Venus has no ear.Whilst lie is with thee, let some woman bringSome Indian stuff or foreign precious thing;Which thou must say thou want'st, and he must buy,Though for it six months hence in gaol he lie.Thy mother, sister, brother, and thy nurse,Must have a pull each at thy lover's purse.Let him from rivals never be secure,That hope once gone, love will not long endure;Show him the presents by those rivals sent,So shall his bounty thy request prevent.