I cannot tell who loves the Skeleton
Of a poor Marmoset, nought but boan, boan
Give me a nakednesse with her cloath's on

Such whose white-sattin upper coat of skin
Cut upon Velvet rich Incarnadin
Ha's yet a Body (and of Flesh) within

Sure it is meant good Husbandry in men
Who do incorporate with Aëry leane
T' repair their sides, and get their Ribb agen

Hard hap unto that Huntsman that Decrees
Fat joys for all his swet, when as he sees
After his 'Say, nought but his Keepers Fees

Then Love I beg, when next thou tak'st thy Bow
Thy angry shafts, and dost Heart-chasing go
Passe Rascall Deare, strike me the largest Doe