"'Tis likely, friend," quoth Priscus, "to be so,
For at this time myself I do not know."
IN BRUNUM. XXXII.
Brunus, which deems[520] himself a fair sweet youth,
Is nine and thirty[521] year of age at least;
Yet was he never, to confess the truth,
But a dry starveling when he was at best.
This gull was sick to show his nightcap fine,
And his wrought pillow overspread with lawn;