Abhorreth bench, and stool, and fourm, and chair;
(This hand in mouth y-fix’d, that rends his hair;)
And eke with snubs profound, and heaving breast,
Convulsions intermitting, doth declare
His grievous wrong, his dame’s unjust behest;
And scorns her offer’d love, and shuns to be caress’d.
His face besprent with liquid crystal shines,
His blooming face that seems a purple flower,
Which low to earth its drooping head declines,
All smear’d and sullied by a vernal shower.