 | The Mastive, or Young-Whelpe of the Olde-Dogge |  |
Fronti, nulla fides.
Doll in disdaine, doth from her heeles defie,The best that breathes shall tell her blacks her eye:
Aand that it's true shee speaks, who can say nay?
When none that lookes on't, but will sweare t'is gray.
| The Mastive, or Young-Whelpe of the Olde-Dogge | |