O English dames, your lightnesse veryly,
The curtizantes of Rome do much deteste,
In closets close to liue they count it best:
They geue not grace to euery wandring wight,
Your smiling chere doth euery man delight.
23.
The poet’s goddes Saturne, and Iupiter,
To beautie’s becke their highnesse did obay,
Pluto of hel did plead at beautie’s barre,
And Phillis causde Demophoon to stay: