CUD. Now I pray thee, shepheard, tell it not forth:
Here is a long tale, and little worth.
So long have I listened to thy speech,
That graffed to the ground is my breech;
My heartblood is well nigh frorne I feel,
And my galage grown fast to my heel;
But little ease of thy lewd tale I tasted:
Hie thee home, shepheard, the day is nigh wasted.
THENOT'S EMBLEME.[4]
Iddio, perche É vecchio,
Fa suoi al suo essempio.
CUDDIE'S EMBLEME.[4]
Niuno vecchio
Spaventa Iddio.