thy woers some peculiar one,
Whose loue may fill the measure of thy hopes,
And balonize thy wanton sports alone,
Whose appetite with thy desire copes,
Youth will be frolicke in a Maidens bed,
Age is vnapt and heauy as the lead.

Youth hath his daliance and his kind embrace,
Euen as the Elmes incircled with the Vine;
Age loueth rest and quiet in this case,
Saying, Oakes at such like Iuy gripes repine,
Yuths pleasing weltun'd years sweet musick maks
When for c[=o]sort loue strings it strains or slakes.

Yet chuse thou one whose tongue's not set on wheeles
Who eats his words before he brings th[=e] forth
That no _decorum_ in his talking feeles,
Such are but buzards, blabs of little worth:
And for complexion, heerein mee beleeue,
The perfect sanguine sweet content doth giue.

The Phlegmaticke is like the water cold,
The Cholericke wants sap, like fire dry,
And Melancholy, as age, is dull and old,
But in the Sanguin moist warme iuice doth lie,
Whose beauty feeds the eye with sweete delight,
The rest do rather feare then please the sight.

What pleasure can a sterne grim face affoord,
A swarfie colour or rough shagged haire,
Or Rauen blacke? beleeue me at a word,
They are too blame that do despise the faire:
They please the eye, prouoke dull appetite,
Resemble Gods, and do the minde delight.

Cease chatting gentle nurse, the Lady said,
Or frame thy Tale to sute more with the time,
My choice is made, therein I neede no aide
Which may be compast by some help of thine,
It is too late of abstinence too preach,
Wh[=e] one is drunk, & notes not what you teach.

I seeke him not for lust, as you do deeme,
For if my mind were onely bent thereto,
I could find other men I might esteeme,
You know the store of Suters come to woe:
But 'tis some kind of naturall instinct,
Or deuine flame that cannot be extinct.

What I do seeke I know is wondrous vile,
And haue a will for to withstand the same,
Yet can those motions by no meanes exile,
So seeketh lust to bring me vnto shame,
Be it worse th[=e] nought to haue it flesh doth striue
Helpe Nurse, else long I cannot liue.

And wish not to disswade me in this case,
Nor giue me counsell to withdraw my minde
It likes me well, I weigh not the disgrace,
O teach me then to win him to be kind!
Helpe me good Nurse in this my cru