5. Sonnets in praise of Eminency or a publike Life, 6

YEt what a precious Pearle, in Worlds account,
(Pearle in the Worldes Eyes, that doth blinde those Eyes)
Fraile Beautie is, appeares by Beauties woont,
That Coulors now hir faults with Forgeries.
Did euer Sunne (bright Eye of Heau'n!) yet see
Complections in our Streets set (Cried) to sale
Before these Times made them so vtter'd bee,
Which makes chast thoughs good cheape, as being stale?
If euer, neuer was there such a Sunne
Vnlesse the Deluge (springing) saw the same:
If then they coulord, twas by it ore'runne,
To better it, because it was too blame:
Those Waters varnisht it, and made it cleane,
So wishe I varnisht euerie painted (.)