Touch couertly in terms, and then you taunt,
Though praysed poets alway did the like,
Controll vs not, els traytour vile auaunt,
What passe wee what the learned doe mislike?
Our sinnes wee see, wherein to swarme wee seeke:
Wee passe not what the people say or thinke:
Their shittle hate makes[1673] none but cowards shrinke.
4.
Wee knowe, say they, the course of fortune’s wheele,
How constantly it whirleth still about,