In timidos et iactantes

THE Fenny Bitter, that delightes to breede
In thickest sedge, by moore, and river side,
By thrusting low his bill into a reede,
All summer long, at morne and even tide:
Though neere, yet makes farre seeming such a sound
That oft it doth, the Passenger astound.

This Figure fits, two sorts of people base,
The Coward one, that will with wordes affright,
When dares not looke, true Valor in the face:
The other is, the proude vaine-glorious wight,
Who where he comes, will make a goodly show
Of wit, or wealth, when it is nothing so.