With earthen plate, Agathocles, they say, Hence learn, thou that art rais'd from mean estate, Young men fly, when beauty darts The fixt marke gives your shooter aime, Conquer love that run away. 56. The pens prosopopeia to Thinke who when you cut the quill, Wounded was yet did no ill; When you mend me, thinke you must Mend yourselfe, else you're unjust. When you dip my nib in Inke, 57. A raritie. If thou bee'st born to strange sights, Ride ten thousand dayes and nights, And thou when thou return'st wilt tell me ; All strange wonders that befell thee, And thou 'It sweare that no where Lives a maiden true and faire. 58. On the Queene of Bohemia. You meaner Beauties of the night, What are ye when the moon shall rise? You violets that first appeare, What are you, when the rose is blown? You wandring chaunters of the wood, 59. To his noble friend. There's no necessity that can exclude For when the strength of fortune lends no more, 60. On his Mrs death. Unjustly we complain of fate, For short'ning our unhappy dayes, And more vertue than could dy; By deaths rude hand is ravish'd hence, Sleepe blest creature in thine Urne, My sighes, my teares shall not awake thee, I but stay untill my turne And then, Oh then! I'le overtake thee. 61. Equè facilitas ac difficultas nocet amoris. I love not her, that at the first cries I, I love not her that doth me still deny, If it be so, then lay me by my side 62. Quidam erat. A preaching fryar there was, who thus began, 63. On the Marriage of one Turbolt What are Deucalions dayes return'd that we What shall we in this age so strange report, That fishes leave the sea on hils to sport? 64. Barten Holiday to the Puritan 'Tis not my person, nor my play, But my sirname, Holiday, That does offend thee, thy complaints Are not against me, but the Saints; A name more awfull to the puritane Then Talbot unto France, or Drake to Spaine. 65. In Meretrices. The law hangs theeves for their unlawfull stealing, The law carts bawds for keeping of the doore, The law doth punish rogues, for roguish dealing, The law whips both the pander and the whore; But yet I muse from whence this law is grown; Whores must not steal, yet must not use their own. 66. Quicquid non nummus. The mony'd man can safely saile all seas, |