IX.
And when thy melted maid, Corrupted by thy Lover's gold, and page, 50 His letter at thy pillow'hath laid, Disputed it, and tam'd thy rage, And thou begin'st to thaw towards him, for this, May my name step in, and hide his.
The Poems of John Donne, Volume 1 (of 2): Edited from the Old Editions and Numerous Manuscripts
And when thy melted maid, Corrupted by thy Lover's gold, and page, 50 His letter at thy pillow'hath laid, Disputed it, and tam'd thy rage, And thou begin'st to thaw towards him, for this, May my name step in, and hide his.