That all is more then loves the partiall soul

Whose petty loves th’ impartiall fates controll.

Ah son! said he, (and laughed very loud)

That trickst thy tongue with uncouth strange disguize,

Extolling highly that with speeches proud

To mortall men that humane state denies,

And rashly blaming what thou never knew

Let men experienc’d speak, if they’ll speak true.

Had I once lanc’d thy froward flinty heart

And cruddled bloud had thawn with living fire