Thus in the epilogue to Stubbes's excellent play of Senile odium,
"... jam vestræ quid valeant manus
Nimis velim experiri: ab illis enim vapulare, munus erit."
FOOTNOTES:
[11] It has not been recollected to what poet these lines belong.
[LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST]
ACT I.
Scene 1. Page 181.
King. Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives,
Live register'd upon our brazen tombs.