And, proves it a sophisticall deceit.

Nay, some, is fully that which you desire,

In all these Properties; and, till the fire

Hath made assayes, you'l thinke you might be bold

To pawne your life, it had been Ophir-gold:

But, to bee false, the Metall's then descride;

And, such are many Friends, when they are tride.


Apollo shoots not ev'ry day,
But, sometime on his Harpe doth play.