 | The Mastive, or Young-Whelpe of the Olde-Dogge |  |
Detur laus digniori.
Mistrisse Marina 'mongst some Gossips sat,Where Faces were the subiect of their chat:
Some lok't too pale, some seem'd too firie red,
Some browne, some blacke, and some ill fashioned.
Good Lord (quoth she) you all are much too blame,
Let's loue and prayse the Maker of the same.
Her Chamber-mayd who heard her, standing by,
Said, Then loue me, for that you know was I.
| The Mastive, or Young-Whelpe of the Olde-Dogge | |