To his wife

WHen I to thee my Letters superscribe
Thus, To mine own; Leda therat doth iybe.
And aske her why? she saith, because I flatter.
But let her thinke so still, it makes no matter:
If I doe flatter, onely thou canst try,
Suffiseth me, thou think'st I doe not lye.
For, let her husband write so, for my life,
He flattereth himselfe more then his wife.