To pass the time when nothing else can please,
And train them to our lure with subtle oath, 15
Till, weary of their wiles, ourselves we ease;
And then we say when we their fancy try,
To play with fools, oh what a fool was I!
Earl of Oxford.
XII
THE EXCELLENCY OF HIS LOVE.
Give place, ye lovers, here before
That spent your boasts and brags in vain:
My lady’s beauty passeth more