To His Book (Before the press scarce one could see)

Before the press scarce one could seeA little-peeping-part of thee;But since thou'rt printed, thou dost callTo show thy nakedness to all.My care for thee is now the less,Having resign'd thy shamefac'dness.Go with thy faults and fates; yet stayAnd take this sentence, then away:Whom one belov'd will not suffice,She'll run to all adulteries.