The Mastive, or Young-Whelpe of the Olde-Dogge | ||
Fas per inscipientem.
Who dares say Doltus speaketh barbarisme,That schollerlike can make a Syllogisme?
Can cap a Verse which may deserue commend,
And hath his Grammer rules at's fingers ende.
Can write a Pistell to his Dad in Lattin,
And one day hopes to weare a sute of Sattin.
Yea, make his mother blest that ere shee bore him,
For of his age, fewe yet haue gone before him:
I meane for Tallnes of his lymbs and bone,
At grasse time next, full grown to twenty one.
The Mastive, or Young-Whelpe of the Olde-Dogge | ||