When Silver _Medalls_, or some coynes of _Gold_, Are by the _Gold-smith_ either bought or sold, Hee doth not only search them with his _Eye_, But, by the _Scale_, their _weight_ will also trie; Or, by the _Touchstone_, or the _Test_, assay The truenesse of them, and their just _Alay_. Now, by their warinesse, who thus proceed, Wee fairely are admonished, to heed The faithfulnesse of him wee make our _Friend_; And, on whose love wee purpose to depend: Or else, when wee a _Iewell_ thinke to get, Wee may bee cheated by a _Counterfet_. All is not _Gold_ that glisters: Otherwhile, The _Tincture_ is so good, it may beguile The cunningst eye: But, bring it to the _Touch_, And, then, you find the value not so much. Some, keepe the _Tincture_, brooking, likewise, well An ordinarie _Touch_; but, yeeld a _Smell_, Which will discover it, if you apply Vnto your _Nose_, that piece of _Chymistrie_. Sometime, when there’s enough to give content, In _Colour_, in the _Touch_, and in the _Scent_; The _Bulke_, is more than answers _Gold_ in _weight_, And, proves it a sophisticall deceit. Nay, some, is fully that which you desire, In all these _Properties_; and, till the fire Hath made _assayes_, you’l thinke you might be bold To pawne your life, it had been _Ophir-gold_: But, to bee false, the _Metall’s_ then descride; And, such are many _Friends_, when they are tride. _=Apollo= shoots not ev’ry day, But, sometime on his =Harpe= doth play._ [Illustration: NON SEMPER ARCUM TENDIT. ILLVSTR. XXVI. _Book. 4_]