All are in dread thereof; nor wonder this, for 'tis evilBeastie, nor damsel fair ever thereto shall succumb.So do thou either kill that cruel pest o' their noses,Or at their reason of flight blatantly wondering cease.
ON WOMAN'S INCONSTANCY.Never, my woman oft says, with any of men will she mate be,Save wi' my own very self, ask her though Jupiter deign!Says she: but womanly words that are spoken to desireful loverOught to be written on wind or upon water that runs.
TO VERRO.An of a goat-stink damned from armpits fusty one suffer,Or if a crippling gout worthily any one rack,'Tis that rival o' thine who lief in loves of you meddles,