TO whom his mother closely smiling sayd, <br />twixt earnest and twixt game: <br />See thou thy selfe likewise art lyttle made, <br />if thou regard the same. <br />And yet thou suffrest neyther gods in sky, <br />nor men in earth to rest: <br />But when thou art disposed cruelly, <br />theyr sleepe thou doost molest. <br />Then eyther change thy cruelty, <br />or giue lyke leaue vnto the fly.<br /><br />Edmund Spenser<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poem-93/
