Of Linus and his Mistris

CHaste Linus, but as valiant as a Gander,
Came to me yet, in friendly sort as may be:
Lamenting that I rais'd on him a slander,
Namely, that he should keepe a gallant Lady.
Begge me (said I) if I proue such a babie,
To let my tongue, so false and idly wander.
Who sayes that you keepe her, lyes in her throate,
But she keepes you, that all the world may note.