Of Don Pedro and his Poetry

SIr, I shall tell you newes, except you know it,
Our noble friend Don Pedro, is a Poet.
His verses all abroad are read and showne,
And he himselfe doth sweare they are his owne.
His owne? tis true, for he for them hath paid
Two crownes a Sonnet, as I heard it said.
So Ellen hath faire teeth, that in her purse
She keepes all night, and yet sleepes ne're the worse.
So widdow Lesbia, with her painted hide,
Seem'd, for the time, to make a handsome bride.
If Pedro be for this a Poet cald,
So you may call one hairie that is bald.