The Most Peerless Piece Of Earth, I

But Virtue Never Will Be Mov'd, Though Lewdness Court It In A Shape Of Heaven.

This Wimpled, Whining, Purblind, Wayward Boy, This Senior Junior, Giant Dwarf...cupid.

What Many Men Desire--that 'many' May Be Meant By The Fool Multitude That Choose By Show, Not Learning More Than The Fond Eye Doth Teach, Which Pries Not To Th' Interior, But Like The Martlet Builds In The Weather On The Outward Wall, Even In The Force And Road Of Casualty.

If After Every Tempest Come Such Calms, May The Winds Blow Till They Have Waken'd Death!

Gently To Hear, Kindly To Judge.