You like our substitute of horrid fate
That are next him we most should imitate,
Shall like to him rebuke with wiser breath,
Such furious zeale, but not reveng’d with death.
Like him the wound that’s giv’n you strait shall heal,
Then calm by precept such mistaking zeal.
In praise of a deformed woman.
1.
I love thee for thy curled haire,
As red as any Fox,