Spain,
   His grandam could have lent with lesser pain? 
   Tho’ he perhaps ne’er passed the English shore,
   Yet fain would counted be a conqueror. 
   His hair, French-like, stares on his frightened head,
   One lock amazon-like dishevelled,
   As if he meant to wear a native cord,
   If chance his fates should him that bane afford. 
   All British bare upon the bristled skin,
   Close notched is his beard both lip and chin;
   His linen collar labyrinthian set,
   Whose thousand double turnings never met: 
   His sleeves half hid with elbow pinionings,
   As if he meant to fly with linen wings. 
   But when I look, and cast mine eyes below,
   What monster meets mine eyes in human show? 
   So slender waist with such an abbot’s loin,
   Did never sober nature sure conjoin. 
   Lik’st a strawn scare-crow in the new-sown field,
   Reared on some stick, the tender corn to shield. 
   Or if that semblance suit not every dale,
   Like a broad shake-fork with a slender steel
   Despised nature suit them once aright,
   Their body to their coat, both now misdight. 
   Their body to their clothes might shapen be,
   That nil their clothes shape to their body. 
   Meanwhile I wonder at so proud a back,
   Whilst, the empty guts loud rumbling for long lack,
   The belly envieth the back’s bright glee,
   And murmurs at such inequality. 
   The back appears unto the partial eyne,
   The plaintive belly pleads they bribed been;
   And he, for want of better advocate,
   Doth to the ear his injury relate. 
   The back, insulting o’er the belly’s need,
   Says, thou thyself, I others’ eyes must feed. 
   The maw, the guts, all inward parts complain
   The back’s great pride, and their own secret pain. 
   Ye witless gallants, I beshrew your hearts,
   That sets such discord ’twixt agreeing parts,
   Which never can be set at onement more,
   Until the maw’s wide mouth be stopped with store.

Joseph Hall obtained in 1601 the living of Halsted in Suffolk, and married in 1603.  In an autobiographical sketch of “Some Specialities in the Life of Joseph Hall,” he thus tells us himself the manner of his marrying:—­

“Being now, therefore, settled in that sweet and civil country of Suffolk, near to St. Edmundsbury, my first work was to build up my house, which was extremely ruinous; which done, the uncouth solitariness of my life, and the extreme incommodity of that single housekeeping, drew my thoughts, after two years, to condescend to the necessity of a married estate, which God no less strangely provided for me; for, walking from the church on Monday in the Whitsun-week, with a grave and reverend minister, Mr. Grandidge, I saw a comely and modest gentlewoman standing at the door of that house where we were invited to a wedding dinner, and inquiring of that worthy friend whether he knew