That youngest flatteries doe scandall it.
85For, what is more doth what you are restraine,
And though beyond, is downe the hill againe.
We'have no next way to you, we crosse to it:
You are the straight line, thing prais'd, attribute;
Each good in you's a light; so many a shade
90You make, and in them are your motions made.
These are your pictures to the life. From farre
We see you move, and here your Zani's are:
So that no fountaine good there is, doth grow