Mashies

[phanero]

Mashies
Hwat spekstu of eny stone
As in old pictures tender cherubim
Her armes doo sweetly spred
Like two rare branchie saples
As frome the fyre departeth fume
This man in his breech feelyng such fumblyng
Clepe at his dore, or knokke with a stoon
They are but burs, Cosen, throwne vpon thee
In holiday foolerie that I should loue a bright particuler starre
Envious to see other in gretter degre thanne they
The tronsions of o brokine sper