190One, that within a moneth, will beate him from his hen.
XX.
In this worlds youth wise nature did make hast,
Things ripened sooner, and did longer last;
Already this hot cocke, in bush and tree,
In field and tent, oreflutters his next hen;
195He asks her not, who did so tast, nor when,
Nor if his sister, or his neece shee be;
Nor doth she pule for his inconstancie