Assure your self; it fell not all to Ground;
For all so dear as Life is to my Heart,
I deem your Love, and hold me to you bound.
Again,
Go say his Foe thy Shielde with his doth bear.
Afterwards,
More old than Jove, whom thou at first didst breed.
And,
And now the Prey of Fowls in Field he lies.
Nor must Ben. Johnson be forgotten;