Spencer, thou knowest I hate such formall toies,
And use them but of meere hypocrisie.
Mine old lord whiles he livde, was so precise,
That he would take exceptions at my buttons,
And being like pins heads, blame me for the bignesse,
Which made me curate-like in mine attire,
Though inwardly licentious enough,
And apt for any kinde of villanie.
I am none of these common pedants I,
That cannot speake without propterea quod.
