The feete tooke up the Fish, with teeth of gold; Or Tapsters, some; or some be Chamberlaines, Which hath not yet with love thy love repaide: 42 The human figure, thus astrologically distributed, was common on old almanacks. PROLOGUE. SOME say my Satyrs over-loosely flow, But, packe-staffe plaine, uttring what thing they ment: Whose words were short, and darksome was their sence. Who reads one line of their harsh poesies, Thrise must he take his wind, and breath him thrise. My Muse would follow them that have fore-gone', For looke how farre the ancient Comedie Past former Satyrs in her libertie; So farre must mine yeeld unto them of old. "Tis better be too bad, than be too bold. |