And is preserved from the bane
Of either warr, or puritane:
Whose life is colour’d in thy paint,
The inside drosse, the outside saint.
UPON
FAIREFORD WINDOWES[121].
(Misc. MS. Poems, Mus. Brit. Bib. Sloan. No. 1446.)
I knowe no painte of poetry
Can mend such colour’d imag’ry
In sullen inke, yet (Fayreford) I