Of a young Gallant

YOu boast, that Noble men still take you vp,
That whē they bowle or shoot, or hawke or hunt,
In Coach, or Barge, on horse thou still art wont,
To runne, ride, row with them, to dine or sp:
This makes you scorne those of the meaner sort,
And thinke your credit doth so farre surmount;
Whereas indeed, of you they make no count,
But as they doe of hawkes and dogges, for sport.
Then vaunt not thus of this your vaine renowne,
Lest we both take you vp, and take you downe.