orshipfull Earth; giuer of all things good? Giuer of, euen Felicitie; whose flood The Minde all-ouer steepes, in honey Dewe. That, to some Men, dost infinite kindenesse shew; To others that despise thee, art a Shrew. And giu'st them Gamesters galls; who, once, their Maine Lost with an ill cāhce; fare like Abiects slaine.