To those that seeme judiciall perusers -

K N ow I hate to affect too much obscuritie, & harshnes, because they profit no sence. To note vices, so that no man can vnderstand them, is as fonde, as the French execution in picture. Yet there are some, (too many) that think nothing good, that is so curteous, as to come within their reach. Tearming all Satyres (bastard) which are not palpable darke, and so rough writ, that the hearing of them read, would set a mans teeth on edge. For whose vnseasond pallate I wrote the first Satyre in some places too obscure, in all places misliking me.

On Mackintosh -

Though thou'rt like Judas — an apostate black,
In the resemblance one thing thou dost lack:
When he had gotten his ill-purchased pelf,
He went away and wisely hanged himself.
This thou may do at last — yet much I doubt,
If thou hast any bowels to gush out!

All greenery hath faded from the trees

All greenery hath faded from the trees,
— The soft red earth turns brown,
No leaflet even stirring in the breeze,
— Slowly the night sinks down.
The sun is gone, but in the lighted west
— The gracious tokens of his going are,
And quick to shine out-gleaming all the rest,
— Brighter for darkness grows a single star.

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