5. Sonnets in praise of Eminency or a publike Life, 8

LAte in a Lodging, where I vs'd to lie,
A Picture, pincht hung therein, in my walk:
Which, one way, had a faire-Maides Phisnomy:
The other way, an Apes, which seemd to talk:
So, that Face had two Faces, in one Hood:
A faire Maides, and an Apes: which seem'd to me
The Painter was not mad, in mirry mood:
That, vnder mirth, hid graue morrahty:
For, to my Thoughts (that may with his agree)
He seem'd to touch our Apish painted Dames,
Who counterfet the Beauty, which they see,
And make the Boords, their faces: to their shames:
But, Wainscot Faces cannot blush, a whit,
But when they lay on Red, which feemeth It.