And canst not thou thy tatling tongue refraine?[°]
I reade thee beardles blab[°], beware of stripes,
And be aduised what thou vainelie[°] pipes;
Thou wilt be whipt with nettles for this geare[°]
If Cicelie shewe but of thy knauerie[°] heere.
Saint Denis shield me from such female sprites![°]
Regarde not, Dames, what Cupids Poete[°] writes:
I pennd this storie onelie[°] for my selfe,
Who, giuing suck unto a childish Elfe[°],
And quitte discourag'd in my nurserie[°],