MANHOOD

YEt were I best, to kill this peevish Boy, Whom now she makes, his chief and sole delight, In whom she finds, such pleasure and such joy, That causeless I, am clean defaced quite. Such gaudies gay, are in his Peacocks face, And skin smooth up, with show of idle hue, That I do lodge, and languish in disgrace, Though she of me, hath proof of promise true. Well, make thy choice and see what likes thee best, View he ere the death, of this thy darling now, Or yield thy love, to fancy my request, Whose manly force, shall win the conquest throw. This wretch is he, by whom I am annoyed, He hath thy heart, though I deserve the same, If wisely then, I do my harms avoid, Why stey I sword, I can not purchase blame, By cutting off, the cause of my distress, When he is gone, my let shall be the less. SInce that thou takest, my dealing in such partly, I will delight, to wreak my wrath on oe. In grieving thee, most glad to hear me groan, And art most pleased, when Manhood makes his moan . ME thinks most found, and weakly comes be here Alone to three, if we together stood: And though in deed, we buy the quarrel deer, And pay therefore, the sweetest of our blood, Yet let us show, the noble hearts of men, For since he say, we all our labour loose, Not one of us, shall need to sorrow then, Nor care a fig, how ere the matter goes. SInce Oh Prince, forbidst revenge to take, Wilt that men should loose their time in love, Then mark my case, and give me leave to make Mine own defence, and allea ge and prove, And I will show right and title good, And that I do, des rue the . Though this found wretch, always my suit withstood, As one who long, , Whom lewd delight, hath led out of the way, (Which good Advise, and ord ed Judgement keep) Whom Beauty's blast hath ounst against the , Where eraggy tockes, and sands lie idde in deep, A found device to trust to pay ted face, And fasten faith upon so fickle l y, To whom Worser me H be, lends often gui efull grace, Which every year and day does pluck away, Whom sickness spoils, and , Whom time does eat and age , Whom ears of mind do shake and altar so, As Winter winds defaceth A snare for wit, a b yte for wanton youth, A false conceit, and error of the mind, A found delight, wherein there is no truth, A poisoned dish, that does the reason bli worser A colour cast on things that are but , A glorious show, to shroud a homely partly, A rule to run, a lewd and retchless , A deep deceit, which daunteth oft the heart. In rage of youth, these pricking Thy tles grows, While Riot aines, and Folly bear S the sway In hoary age, , Where . The weaker exe, in The infant hath, the, The hurtful weed, which , To view of eye, does . In outward shower, in deed the trust in small, They are but cloaks, and , The virtuous mind, and , Which gains . Dame Ven loves, the and warlike Knight, Though once alas, she loud . And Ladies which, do love , Love such as can, their . What could this Whom could this Judge thou Oh Queen, which of us two could make The better shift, and force the worst to yield.