But such are only touch'd by me,
That thinke themselues as good as wee:
And say girles, Weomens fellows arr,
Nay sawcely, Our betters farr:
Yea will dispute, they are as good,
Such Wenches vex me to the blood,
And are not to be borne with all:
Those I doe here in question call,
Whome with the rules of reasons Arte:
He teach more wit before we part,
Sylence, of kindnes I beseech,
Doe you finde eares, and weele finde speach.





THE BRIDE


Virgins, and fellow maydes (that were of late)
Take kindly heere my wedding dayes a dew,
I entertayne degree aboue your state:
For Marriage life's beyond the single crew,
Bring me to Church as custome sayes you shall,
And then as wife, farewell my wenches all.

I goe before you vnto Honour now,
And _Hymen's_ Rites with ioy doe vndertake
For life, I make the constant Nuptiall vow,