My pen to flatter any, nor commend,
Unless desert or honour do present
Unto my verse a worthy argument.
You are my friend, and in that word to me
Stand blazon'd in your noblest heraldry;
That style presents you full, and does relate
The bounty of your love, and my own fate,
Both which conspir'd to make me yours. A choice,
10Which needs must, in the giddy people's voice,
That only judge the outside, and, like apes,