Book IV, 87: To RHEMVS

Tis true; we are but dust; but wormes; nay men,
That are more base then either; And what then?
Shall wormes, or dust, or men be well advis'd,
To goe in person (where we have despis'd)
Before a God, a glorious God? I doe;
Who bids thee Come, will bid thee Welcome too:
Rhemus, when call'd in person, you appeare
By Proxy, tell me where's your manners, there?
'Tis better to be wisely bold, then make
Thy selfe unmannerly, for manners sake:
Some ill-bred Clownes there be, that, being loath
To foule a Napkin, draw a filthy Cloath.