In Time The Savage Bull Doth Bear

It Is War's Prize To Take All Vantages; And Ten To One Is No Impeach Of Valor.

The World Is Grown So Bad, That Wrens Make Prey Where Eagles Dare Not Perch.

Delivers In Such Apt And Gracious Words That Aged Ears Play Truant At His Tales; And Younger Hearings Are Quite Ravished; So Sweet And Voluble Is His Discourse.

So Curses All Eve's Daughters Of What Complexion Soever.

We May Outrun By Violent Swiftness And Lose By Over-running.