Thou Art A Boil, A Plague Sore,

Conceit In Weakest Bodies Works The Strongest.

Truly Thou Art Damned, Like An Ill-roasted Egg, All On One Side.

That England, That Was Wont To Conquer Others, Hath Made A Shameful Conquest Of Itself.

Two Lovely Berries Moulded On One Stem; So, With Two Seeming Bodies, But One Heart.

Nor Age So Eat Up My Invention.