511. ANOTHER UPON HER.
First, for your shape, the curious cannot show
Any one part that's dissonant in you:
And 'gainst your chaste behaviour there's no plea,
Since you are known to be Penelope.
Thus fair and clean you are, although there be
A mighty strife 'twixt form and chastity.
Form, beauty.
513. CROSS AND PILE.
Fair and foul days trip cross and pile; the fair
Far less in number than our foul days are.
Trip cross and pile, come haphazard, like the heads and tails of coins.
514. TO THE LADY CREW, UPON THE DEATH OF HER CHILD.
Why, madam, will ye longer weep,
Whenas your baby's lull'd asleep?
And (pretty child) feels now no more
Those pains it lately felt before.
All now is silent; groans are fled:
Your child lies still, yet is not dead;
But rather like a flower hid here
To spring again another year.
