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Edward Farr, ed. Select Poetry of the Reign of Queen Elizabeth. 1845.

To Art

XLII. Thomas Scott

O ART, not much vnlike the fowler’s glasse,

Wherein thy silly soule delights to looke

For nouelties, vntill the net doth passe

Aboue hir head, and she vnwares be tooke:

Thou common curtizan, thou bawd to sin,

Painted without, but leporous within.

Thou art a companion for all company;

A garment made for euery one to weare;

A golden coffer wherein hurt doth lie;

A hackney horse all sortes of men to beare:

What art thou not? Faith, thou art nought at all;

For he that knowes thee best, knowes nought at all.