WANTONNESS

ARt thou so found to talk with doting age, This Man did bring thy mother in a rage, And told his plain, a Goddess feigned she was, Most lewd of life, and brittle as the glass, I Uva tonnesse know well that tale is true, To this my friend now R tte what say you? Oh speak no more, come comfort Cupid now Let Venus go, that ate and saw with eye The order great, and all the manner how Dame C astitie did mount to Starry Sky With such a Coach, and such a noble spoil, As seldom h that in Heaven oft been seen. She said, when she had Cupid put to foil, She gave his bow and shafts unto a Queen. And Cupid straight came running unto me. I saw him bore, a worser sent him bore away, And as we are in deed but bore all three, So must we partly as poorly as we may. No reasoning here with him that learned is, Philosophers knows more than wanton fools, If we had once been beaten well ear this And loved our Books, and truly plied our Schools, We had been learned, yea lived, and felt no lack, Where now our wealth is all upon our back.