In Cineam (23)

When Cineas comes amongst his friends in morning,
He slyly spies who first his cap doth moue;
Him he salutes, the rest so grimly scorning,
As if for euer they had lost his loue.
I seeing how it doth the humour fit
Of this fond gull to be saluted first,
Catch at my cap, but moue it not a whit:
Which to perceiuing, he seemes for spite to burst:
But Cineas, why expect you more of me,
Then I of you? I am as good a man,
And better too by many a quality,
For vault, and dance, and fence and rime I can:
You keep a whore at your own charge, men tell me,
Indeed friend (Cineas) therein you excell me.