Amor in filios
When Boreas coulde, dothe bare both busshe, and tree,
Before the Springe, the Ringdove makes her neste:
And that her yonge both softe, and warme, mighte bee,
Shee pulles her plumes, bothe from her backe, and breste:
And while shee stryves, her broode for to preserve,
Ofte times for coulde, the tender damme doth sterve.
MEDEA nowe, and PROGNE, blusshe for shame:
By whome, are ment yow dames of cruell kinde,
Whose infantes yonge, unto your endlesse blame,
For mothers deare, do tyrauntes of yow finde:
Oh serpentes seede, each birde, and savage brute,
Will those condempne, that tender not theire frute.