Verses against the Gentlewomen of Sicilia

Since Lady mild, too base in array, hath liv'd as an exile,

None of account but stout; if plain, stale slut, not a courtress:

Dames nowadays, fie, none, if not new guised in all points.

Fancies fine, sauced with conceits, quick wits very wily,

Words of a saint, but deeds guess how, feign'd faith to deceive men;

Courtesies coy, no veil but a vaunt, trick'd up like a Tuscan,

Pac'd in print, brave lofty looks, not us'd with the vestals,

In hearts, too, glorious, not a glance but fit for an empress: