What's Honor

Ask not the soldier in the battle's van,
Nor yet the statesman, uncorrupt as gold,
But her beneath your own roof - tree, who can,
And will most willingly, to you unfold
The secret. Bid her mark your neighbor's wife
When she her ample wardrobe seeks, to don her
Fine garments; when she reappears, my life
I'll stake, your better half can tell what's on her.
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