When the Thessalian witches uttered
Their charmes to Luna , she wont to looke red:
So doe true vertues blush to heare their praise,
While the praisd Peacocke his gay plumes displayes
But you may safely heare while safely I
Commend your wisedome, or your honestie:
For he that attributes to merits true
Deserved praise, payes vertue but her due.