And rake, and pull, teare, pill, pole, shave, and sheare,
Now Time hath pluck'd the Vizard from my face,
I am the onely Image of disgrace.
My ugly shape I hid so cunningly
(Close cover'd with the cloake of honesty)
That from the East to West from South to North,
I was a man esteem'd of ex'lent worth.
And (Sweet Sir Thomas Dodger) for your sake,
My studious time I spent, my sleepes I brake,
My braines I tost with many a strange vagary,