Call him "a lover of our Courtiers' fashion!"
All this they do in modesty; yet free
From thinking him so honest, as in truth:
Much less so kind, as to love two or three,
Him near allied; and he himself a youth!
Till with the sweat, which from his sufferings rise,
His face is pearled, like the lights his eyes.
Then with his look down-cast, and trembling hand,
A High Dutch colour, and a tongue like ice,
Apart with this Eurialæ to stand