Thy Vertues, often, have beene tride, To finde what proofes they will abide: Yet, thinke not all thy _Trialls_ past, Till thou on ev’ry side art cast; Nor, feare thou, what may chance to thee, If truely, square, thy dealings be: For, then, what ever doth befall, Nor _harme_, nor _shame_, betide thee shall. See, _Emb._ XX. 21 Fine _Clothes_, faire _Words_, entising _Face_, With _Maskes_ of _Pietie_ and _Grace_, Oft, cheat you, with an outward show, Of that, which prooveth nothing so. Therefore, your _Emblems_ Morall read; And, ere too farre you doe proceed, Thinke, whom you deale withall, to day, Who, by faire shewes, deceive you may. See, _Emb._ XXI. 22 You, are accus’d of no man, here, As, if to any, false, you were In _word_, or _Deed_; and, wish, we doe, Your _Conscience_ may acquit you too, But, if your selfe you guilty finde, (As, unto such a fault inclin’d) The crime, already _past_, repent; And, what is yet _undone_, prevent. See, _Emb._ XXII. 23 You haue delighted much, of late, Gainst _Womens_ ficklenesse, to prate; As if this frailety you did find, Entail’d, alone, on _Womankind_: But, in your selfe, ther’s now and then, Great proofes, of wav’ring minds, in men: Then, jugde not faults which are unknown; But, rather learne to mend your owne. See, _Emb._ XXIII. 24 At your _Afflictions_, you repine, And, in all troubles, cry, and whine; As if, to _suffer_, brought no _Ioy_; But, quite, did all contents destroy. That, you might, therefore, _patient_ grow, And, learne, that Vertues pow’re, to know, This _Lot_, unto your view, is brought: Peruse, and practise what is taught. See, _Emb._ XXIV. 25 On out side _Friends_, thou much reli’st, And, _trustest_, oft, before thou try’st; By which, if _Cousnage_ thou escape, Thy _Wit_ wee praise not, but thy _Hap_: But, lest by _trust_, (e’re _triall due_) Thou, overlate, thy _Trusting_ rue; Observe the _Morall_ of thy _Lot_, And, looke that thou forget it not. See, _Emb._ XXV. 26 By this your _Lot_, it should appeare, That, you your selfe are too severe; Or, have, by some, perswaded bin, That, ev’ry _Pleasure_ is a _sinne_. That, wiser therefore, you may grow, You have an _Emblem_, now, to show, That, _Hee_, whose wisdome all men praise, Sometime, layes downe his _Bow_, and _playes_. See, _Emb._ XXVI. 27 Thou little heedst how _Time_ is lost, Or, how thine _Howres_ away doe post; Nor art thou mindfull of the day, In which thy life, will breath away. To thee this _Lot_, now, therefore, came, To make thee heedfull of the same. So, of thy Dutie, let it mind thee, That, thou maist _live_, when _Death_ shall finde thee. See, _Emb._ XXVII. 28