To keepe my heart-strings from his Arrowes now:

And, so might you, and so might ev'ry one

That vaine Occasions, truely seekes to shunn.

But, if you sleight my Counsells, you may chance

To blame at last, your willfull ignorance:

For, some, who thought, at first, his wounds but small

Have dyed by them, in an Hospitall.


On whether side soe're I am,
I, still, appeare to bee the same.