I Heare Some Say, This Man Is Not In Loue, Who, Can He Loue? A Likely Thing They Say: Reade But His Verse, And It Will Easily Proue; O Iudge Not Rashly (Gentle Sir) I Pray, Because I Loosely Tryfle In This Sort, As One That Faine His Sorrowes Would Beguile: You Now Suppose Me, All This Time In Sport, And Please Your Selfe With This Conceit The While. You Shallow Censures; Sometime See You Not In Greatest Perills Some Men Pleasant Be, Where Fame By Death Is Onely To Be Got, They Resolute, So Stands The Case With Me; Where Other Men, In Depth Of Passion Cry, I Laugh At Fortune, As In Iest To Die.