ODE LII.
[Ill suits that froward Scorne]
1
Ill suits that froward Scorne
Your Sexe; I am not tyed
To woman, in a Forme,
Or a Face mortifyed;
Though I confesse
Some things are ornament, Some nothing lesse.
2
Your Silence doe not Change
By vowel, to the worse;
Be free, butt doe not range
In the frequented Course,
Of Appetite;
And rather trust your vertue then your Witt.
3
Something within you knowes
How to informe you best;
Conforme your outward browes,
Vnto your inward Brest;
And then appeare,
To informe Men, beyond all Character.