PHILOSOPHER

But dost thou think thou art God then show some proof thereof. Believe not that, but when in deed we enter near the quick, You wink Like Colts, and fling away from wit and feeling seen, Well Cupid, prove thou art a God, and show some good defence, To this thy talk, I will give ear, and silence keep a while, Until thy w ds have g ne so far, thy folly makes me smile. Boast not of book , for books they be, that plainly witness bears How Cupid's art infects good minds, and cankers honest ears. And though found men in liables show on you a flourish fine, Such geegawes grees not with good rules, nor holds on gifts divine. In Heaven? there you trip, why boy how came you thence? You went abroad to take the air, and have been walking senc Like daws along the coast, Oh boy, thy proof is bore, In Heaven is but one that rules, no other Gods there are. Then put in Tom and Tibbe, and all bears sway as much as the . I come too near the soar, and please not your deligh . But since you for nought, and can not hear the truth, I will not shame my hoary hears, to strive with wanton youth. This Cupid, Venus son, as men suppose to be, Is neither God nor Man in form, nor monster as you see, But such a kind of shade, as can no substance shoe, Begotten by braynelesse blind delight, and nursed with nature's foe. Fed up with faithless food, and trained in trifling toys, Awaked with vice, and lulled asleep again with irksome joys. Now world may judge what fables are, & what vain gods there b , What names and titles foundlings give, to the ̄ , likewise you see, And that one God alone does rule, the rest no virtue show, Vain Venus and blind C bid both, and all the ragment row And rabble of Gods, are feigned things, to make the season short, As wisdom knows that well Can ̄ weigh, the worth & weight of sport. Through trifles light, sad things are seen, through vice is virtue fou ̄ worser, By hollow ways, and crooked paths, app res the plainest ground. Thus leaving unto wisdoms reach, the things that here are done, And fearing foil, if here we should, in further folly run, We stay, save that, some Music comes, to knit in order endue, The substance of this Show, that we present to you.