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THE lions roare: the Bores theire tuskes do whet.
THe Griphins graspe theire tallantes in theire ire:
The dogges do barke; the bulles, with hornes doe thret.
The Serpentes hisse, with eyes as redde as fire.
But man is made, of suche a seemelie shape,
That frende, or foe, is not discern'd by face:
Then harde it is wickeds wiles to scape,
Since that the bad, doe maske with honest grace.
And Hypocrites, haue Godlie wordes at will,
And rauening wolues, in skinnes of lambes doe lurke;
And
And sainctes in shewe, with
Nowe, since the good no cognizance doe beare,
To reache vs, whome wee chieflie should imbrace:
But that the same the wicked sorte doe weare,
And shewe them selues, like them in euerie case.
Whereby you might remember still to write,
Before you choose, suche one for your delite.
And if at lengthe, yow trye him by his tuche,
And finde him hault, whereby you stand in dout,
No harte, nor hand, see that you ioyne with suche
But at the first, bee bould to rase him out.
Then let mee still within your tables bee.
Pontius Paulinus,
Hoc nostra ceruice iu-
gum non sana resoluis
sentia longa diremit,
Nec perimet; toto licet
abstrahar orbe, vel auo:
Nunquam animo di-
uisus agam; prius ipsa
recedet.
Corpore vita meo, quam
vester pectore vultus.
At pater vt gnati, sic
nos debemus amici,
Si quod sit vitium non
fastidire, &c.