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Of Disdaine, &c.
Contempt and Scorne, are Wits infirmitie,
Wherwith Disdaine and Scoffes keepe company.
FLint, frost, disdaine; weares, melts, and yeelds we see.
Things long in getting, quickly are disdain'd.
Present disdaine oft after-loue diuines
Prayers preuaile not, where is coy disdaine?
Better to die a thousand deaths and more,
Than liue contemn'd, that honour'd was before.
Disdaine deliuers a depraued mind.
Griefe often-times giues place to nice disdaine.
Too much precisenesse sauours of selfe-loue.
Gibing demaunds deserue scornefull replyes.
Neither can wit or Art take any place,
Where aduerse scorne, with feare, strikes boldnesse dead.
Presumption giues no guerdon, but disdaine.
Despised men on earth, must liue in heauen.
There must be some contempt, ere plagues ensue.
Disdaine attends where greatest honour haunts.
In high disdaine, loue is a base desire:
And Cupids flames doe seeme but watrie fire.