Brunus, which deems himself a fair sweet youth,
Is nine and thirty year of age at least;
Yet was he never, to confess the truth,
But a dry starveling when he was at best.
This gull was sick to show his nightcap fine,
And his wrought pillow overspread with lawn;
But hath been well since his grief's cause hath line
At Trollop's by Saint Clement's Church in pawn.