Par nulla figura dolori

WEE eas'ly limme, some louely-Virgin face,
And can to life, a Lantscip represent,
Afford to Antiques, each his proper grace,
Or trick out this, or that compartement:
But with the Pencill, who could ere expresse,
The face of griefe, and heartie pensiuenes.

For where the minde's with deadly sorrow wounded,
There no proportion, can effect delight,
For like a Chaos, all within's confounded,
Resembling nothing, saue the face of night,
Which in his sheild, this noble Earle did beare,
The last Impresa', of his greife, and care.