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- # COMPLAINT
For on his visage was in little drawne,
What largenefse thinkes in parradise was fawne.
Smal shew of man was yet vpon his chinne,
His phenix downe began but to appeare
Like vnshorne veluet, on that termlefse skin
Whose bare out-brag’d the web it feem’d to were,
Yet shewed his visage by that coft more deare,
And nice affections wauering stood in doubt
If beft were as it was, or beft without.
His qualities were beautious as his forme,
For maiden tongu’d he was and thereof free;
Yet if men mou’d him, was he fuch a ftorme
As oft twixt May and Aprill is to fee,
When windes breath fweet, vnruly though they bee.
His rudenefse fo with his authoriz’d youth,
Did liuery falfenefse in a pride of truth,
Wel could hee ride, and often men would fay
That horse his mettell from his rider takes
Proud of fubiection, noble by the fwaie, /makes
What rounds, what bounds, what course what flop he
And controuerfie hence a queftion takes,
Whether the horse by him became his deed,
Or he his mannad’g, by th wel doing Steed.
But quickly on this fide the verdict went,
His reall habitude gaue life and grace
To appertainings and to ornament,
Accomplisht in him-felfe not in his cafe:
All ayds them-felues made fairer by their place,
Can for addicions, yet their purpof’d trimme
Peec’d not his grace but were al grac’d by him.
So on the tip of his fubduing tongue
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