rubious

Dear lad , believe it ;
For they shall yet belie thy happy years
That say thou art a man . Diana’s lip
Is not more smooth and rubious , thy small pipe
Is as the maiden’s organ , shrill and sound ,
And all is semblative a womans part .
I know thy constellation is right apt
For this affair . — Some four or five attend him ,
All , if you will , for I myself am best
When least in company . — Prosper well in this
And thou shalt live as freely as thy lord ,
To call his fortunes thine .