 | Diogenes Lanthorne |  |
Prologue.
An odde daies worke Diogines once made,And twa's to seeke an honest man he saide:
Through Athens with a Candle he did goe,
When people saw no cause he should doe so,
For it was day-light, and the Sunne did shine;
Yet he vnto a humor did incline.
To checke mens manners with some od-crosse iest,
Whereof he was continually possest.
Full of reproofes, where he abuses found;
And bolde to speake his minde, Who euer found
He spake as free to Alexanders face,
As if the meanest Plow-man were in Place,
Twas not mens persons that he did respect,
Nor any calling: Vice he durst detect.
Imagine you doe see him walke the streetes,
And euerie one's a knaue, with whome hee meetes
Note their discriptions; which good censure craues,
Then iudge if he haue cause to count them knaues.
Samvell Rowlands.
| Diogenes Lanthorne | |