And saw that boasters pride and gracelesse guile,
He could no longer beare, but forth issewed,
And vnto all himselfe there open shewed,
And to the boaster said; Thou losell base,
That hast with borrowed plumes thy selfe endewed,
And others worth with leasings doest deface,
When they are all restor’d, thou shalt rest in disgrace.
That shield, which thou doest beare, was it indeed, xxi
Which this dayes honour sau’d to Marinell;
But not that arme, nor thou the man I reed,