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Rh Thus haue I shew'd the summe of all my sute,

And as a PlaintifFe heere appeale to thee,

And to the rest. Whose folly I impute

To filthie lust, and partialitie,

That made him iudge amisse: and so doe we

(Quoth Pallas, Venus,) nor will I gaine-say,

Although it's mine by right, yet willinglie,

I heere disclaime my title and obey:

When silence being made, Ioue thus began to sale.

Thou, Venus, art my darling, thou my deare

(Minerua), shee, my sister and my wife:

So that of all a due respect I beare,

Assign'd as one to end this doubtfull strife

(Touching your forme, your fame, your loue, your life),

Beauty is vaine much like a gloomy light,

And wanting wit is counted but a trife,

Especially when Honour's put to flight:

Thus of a louely, soone becomes a loathly sight.