If like a cunning painter on a frame
My shape vnto the world I could descrie,
And with a curious pensell paint the same
In perfect colours, each spectatour’s eie
Would by my lookes into my manners prie:
The bodie’s ill-shapte limbes are oft defin’d,
For signes of euill manners in the mind.
7.
Little I was, and of a small compact,
My left side shoulder higher then the right,