How finely Spanish leg-shells you can plait,
360And tune your rowels at the court retrait.
I might say you are witty, if't be true
That jests and jingles are in brotherhood,
I'll speak your skill in hawks, at flight, in mew,
And at all hunting ceremonies good;
How gracefully you wave your gallant plumes,
And deeply are engaged to deep perfumes.
How kind you are unto our chamber-shes,
How to our marmosets and trencher-pages,