If our bodies hayry bee,
Mars as rugged was as wee:
Yet did Ilia[293] think her grac'd,
For to be by Mars imbrac'd.
Say our feet ill-fauored are,
Cripples leggs are worse by farre:
Yet faire Venus, during life,
Was the lymping Vulcan's wife.
Breefly, if by nature we
But imperfect creatures be;
Thinke not our defects so much,
Since Celestial Powers be such.
But you Nymphes, whose veniall loue
Loue of gold alone doth moue,
Though you scorne vs, yet for gold
Your base loue is bought and sold.
finis.
FOOTNOTES:
[1] MS. "seeme to loue thee." D.
[2] Own. G.
[3] Gross. G.