Feed Him Ye Must, Whose Food Fills

T Is The Will That Makes The Action Good Or Ill.

No, Not Jove Himselfe, At One Time, Can Be Wise And Love.

Thus Times Do Shift, Each Thing His Turn Does Hold; New Things Succeed, As Former Things Grow Old.

A Winning Wave, (deserving Note.) In The Tempestuous Petticote, A Careless Shoe-string, In Whose Tye I See A Wilde Civility,-- Doe More Bewitch Me Than When Art Is Too Precise In Every Part.

A Careless Shoe String, In Whose Tie I See A Wilde Civility.