To one that talked finely

How prettily it talks as you would say
His speech did wear her holiday array?
With fine spun language drest is his discourse,
It talks in print where not a word of course
Drops from his tongue, but all so finely wove
So smooth so soft as you would swear he strove
To outdo the silkworm, whilst each word he saies
Was studied for before, for th' better grace.
Speak like a man stil to be neatly drest
Is womanish: your homespun cloath is best,
Because 'twil longer last and finer wear,
Labour'd invention holds not out the year.