’Tis that that weareth Nature’s crown,
’Tis this doth smile, ’tis this doth frown,
O what a prize and triumph ’twere,
To make this King our Subject here:
Believ’t, tis true what we have sed,
In this we hit the naile o’ th’ head.
2. [W. H.’s Answer.]
Your nails upon my head Sir, Why?
How do you thus to villifie
The King of Parts, ’mongst all the rest,