So though a Wench be nere so fair, so neat,
Or well proportion’d, if she wont the feat
Of acting well upon loves Theater,
It will not make mans loving passion stir.
She’s like one handsome in a splendid suit,
Onely to fit a Stage and play the Mute
And shall not go clapt off with frequent kisses,
The Lovers plaudit, but distastful hisses.
And such wert thou, when first I met with thee.
Now have I brought thee to thy excellence