To His Book (While thou didst keep thy candor undefil'd,)

While thou didst keep thy candour undefil'd,Dearly I lov'd thee as my first-born child,But when I saw thee wantonly to roamFrom house to house, and never stay at home,I brake my bonds of love, and bade thee go,Regardless whether well thou sped'st or no.On with thy fortunes then, whate'er they be:If good, I'll smile; if bad, I'll sigh for thee.