III

YE▪ who with curious numbers, sweetest art,
Frame Dedall Nets our beauty to surprize,
Telling strange Castles builded in the Skies,
And tales of C…pids …ow, and Cupids Dart;
Well, howsoever ye act your fained smart,
Molesting quiet eares with tragick cries,
When you accuse our chastities best part,
Nam'd cruelty, ye seem not halfe too wise,
Yea, ye your selves it deem most worthy praise;
Beauties best guard; that Dragon which doth keep
Hesperian fruit, the spur in you does raise;
That Delion wit that other waies▪ may sleep,
To cruell Nymphs your Lines do fame afford,
Oft many pitifull, not one poore word.