Pleasant dialogues and dramma's, selected out of Lucian, Erasmus, Textor, Ovid, &c. With sundry emblems extracted from the most elegant Iacobus Catsius. As also certaine elegies, epitaphs, and epithalamions or nuptiall songs; anagrams and acrosticks; with divers speeches (upon severall occasions) spoken to their most excellent Majesties, King Charles, and Queene Mary. With other fancies translated from Beza, Bucanan, and sundry Italian poets. By Thomas Heywood

By the finger, not the tongue.

Phi

Shall I then clamour for an husband? no, My virgin shame forbids me to doe so, Three lusters, and three yeares ore past, I pray, Is't not enough? what more can virgins say? Looke how that watch doth the swift houres divide, And with its hand doth to the figures guide, It nothing speakes, yet points (early and late To what it meanes, such is our virgins state, Although the mind be silent, and sit mute, Her mature age (though tongueles) moves her suit. It shewes her to be enterd in her prime, And tells the parents that shee loseth time. Her round brests speak, fresh cheeks & brows so faye Thus the whole girle's dissoly'd to silent prayer.

That Father is much to bee blamed, who when h•••• Daughter is in her full maturity provideth her not •••• Husband. Well therefore said Ignatius, A ripe Virgin to prevent the wrinckles of age, may speake to her Fa¦ther in private, to dispose of her in marriage.

And wee read Claudian thus:

The virgins ripe age breeds the fathers cares, Who, for her sake neglects his Lords affaires.