Foully defacing true nobilitie,
Few now do care, but how they best may please
The hungrie fancie of sweet loue’s disease,
That pitie ’tis so many a worthie wight,
Let’s honor flie for fancie’s fond delight.
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But wake, yee honor’d impes of noble race;
Rouze vp the dying sparkes of courage bold,
’Tis Clyo speakes to you, that she may place
Your lasting praises writ with lines of gold,