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Sunday, 21 September 2014

In Cornutum by John Harington

What curl’d-pate youth is he that sitteth there,
So near thy wife, and whispers in her eare,
And takes her hand in his, and soft doth wring her,
Sliding his ring still up and down her finger?
Sir, ’tis a proctor, seen in both the lawes,
Retain’d by her in some important cause;
Prompt and discreet both in his speech and action,
And doth her business with great satisfaction.
And think’st thou so? a horn-plague on thy head!
Art thou so like a fool, and wittol led,
To think he doth the bus’ness of thy wife?
He doth thy bus’ness, I dare lay my life.

From: Harington, John and McClure, Norman Egbert (ed.),The Letters and Epigrams of Sir John Harington together with The Prayse of Private Life, 1930, University of Pennsylvania Press: Philadelphia, p. 280.

Date: 1600

By: John Harington (1561-1612)