I Will Be Brief. Your Noble Son

You Speak Like A Green Girl / Unsifted In Such Perilous Circumstances.

Let The Galled Jade Wince; Our Withers Are Unwrung.

When Holy And Devout Religious Men Are At Their Beads, 'tis Hard To Draw Them Thence; So Sweet Is Zealous Contemplation.

Though I Look Old, Yet I Am Strong And Lusty; For In My Youth I Never Did Apply Hot And Rebellious Liquors In My Blood; And Did Not, With Unbashful Forehead, Woo The Means Of Weakness And Debility: Therefore My Age Is As A Lusty Winter, Frosty But Kindly.

'tis Better To Be Vile Than Vile Esteemed