And in this working by resemblance in a kinde of dissimilitude betweene a
father and a master.
  It fares not by fathers as by masters it doeth fare,
  For a foolish father may get a wise sonne,
  But of a foolish master it haps very rare
  Is bread a wise seruant where euer he wonne.

And in these, likening the wise man to the Giant, the foole to
the Dwarfe.
  Set the Giant deepe in a dale, the dwarfe vpon an hill,
  Yet will the one be but a dwarfe, th’other a giant still. 
  So will the wise be great and high, euen in the lowest place: 
  The foole when he is most aloft, will seeme but low and base.

  [Sidenote:  Icon, or Resemblance by imagerie.]
But when we liken an humane person to another in countenaunce, stature, speach or other qualitie, it is not called bare resemblance, but resemblaunce by imagerie or pourtrait, alluding to the painters terme, who yeldeth to th’eye a visible representation of the thing he describes and painteth in his table.  So we commending her Maiestie for the wisedome bewtie and magnanimitie likened her to the Serpent, the Lion and the Angell, because by common vsurpation, nothing is wiser then the Serpent, more courageous then the Lion, more bewtifull then the Angell.  These are our verses in the end of the seuenth Partheniade.
  Nature that seldome workes amisse,
  In womans brest by passing art: 
  Hath lodged safe the Lyons hart,
  And stately fixt with all good grace,
  To Serpents head an Angels face.

And this maner of resemblance is not onely performed by likening liuely creatures one to another, but also of any other naturall thing bearing a proportion of similitude, as to liken yellow to gold, white to siluer, red to the rose, soft to silke, hard to the stone and such like.  Sir Philip Sidney in the description of his mistresse excellently well handled this figure of resemblaunce by imagerie, as ye may see in his booke of Archadia:  and ye may see the like, of our doings, in a Partheniade written of our soueraigne Lady, wherein we resemble euery part of her body to some naturall thing of excellent perfection in his kind, as of her forehead, browes, and haire, thus: 
  Of siluer was her forehead hye,
  Her browes two bowes of hebenie,
  Her tresses trust were to behold
  Frizled and fine as fringe of gold.

And of her lips.
  Two lips wrought out of rubie rocke,
  Like leaues to shut and to vnlock. 
  As portall dore in Princes chamber: 
  A golden tongue in mouth of amber.

And of her eyes.
  Her eyes God wot what stuffe they are,
  I durst be sworne each is a starre: 
  As cleere and bright as woont to guide
  The Pylot in his winter tide.

And of her breasts.
  Her bosome sleake as Paris plaster,
  Helde up two balles of alabaster,
  Eche byas was a little cherrie: 
  Or els I thinke a strawberie.