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THE feircest natures; whome in youthfull prime
Nor counsel good, nor reasons rule, could tame
Are by their owne experience, and in time
To order brought, and * taught themselves to frame
To honest courses, and to loath the waies
So well they liked, in their youthfull daies
Why then dispaire yee Madame, of your sonne
Whose wit, as in the sappe, doth but abound
* These braunches prun'd, that over rancklie runne
You'le find in time, the bodie inward sound
When Dullard sprightes, like fenny flagges belowe
Or fruictles beene, or rot while they do grow.