But true it is, that I have alway ment
Less to esteeme them, than the common sort
Of outward thinges that judge in their entent;
My Poynes, I cannot frame my tong to fayn,
To cloke the truth, for praise, without desert,
Of them that list all vice for to retayne;
I cannot honour them that set theyr part
With Venus and with Bacchus their life long,
Nor hold my peace of them although I smart