Thy own dull Praise to write?
And would’st thou stand so sure a lay?
No! that’s too stale a bite.
Nature and art in thee combine,
Thy Talents here excell:
All shining brass thou dost outshine,
To play the cheat so well.
Who sees thee in Iago’s part,
But thinks thee such a Rogue?
And is not glad with all his heart,