For being comely, consonant, and free
To most of men, but most of all to me;
For so decreeing that thy clothes’ expense
Keeps still within a just circumference;
Then for contriving so to load thy board
As that the messes ne’er o’erlade the lord;
Next for ordaining that thy words not swell
To any one unsober syllable:
These I could praise thee for beyond another,
Wert thou a Winstfield only, not a brother.
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