17.01.2011, 18:30
AS Love and I, late harboured in one inn,
With proverbs thus each other entertain,
“ In Love there is no lack,” thus I begin ;
“ Fair words make fools,” replieth he again ;
“ Who spares to speak doth spare to speed,” quoth I ;
“ As well,” saith he, “ too forward as too slow ;”
“ Fortune assists the boldest,” I reply ;
“ A hasty man,” quoth he, “ ne'er wanted woe ;”
“ Labour is light where Love,” quoth I, “ doth pay ;”
Saith he, “ Light burthen's heavy, if far borne ;”
Quoth I, “ The main lost, cast the bye away ;”
“ You have spun a fair thread,” he replies in scorn.
And having thus awhile each other thwarted,
Fools as we met, so fools again we parted.
With proverbs thus each other entertain,
“ In Love there is no lack,” thus I begin ;
“ Fair words make fools,” replieth he again ;
“ Who spares to speak doth spare to speed,” quoth I ;
“ As well,” saith he, “ too forward as too slow ;”
“ Fortune assists the boldest,” I reply ;
“ A hasty man,” quoth he, “ ne'er wanted woe ;”
“ Labour is light where Love,” quoth I, “ doth pay ;”
Saith he, “ Light burthen's heavy, if far borne ;”
Quoth I, “ The main lost, cast the bye away ;”
“ You have spun a fair thread,” he replies in scorn.
And having thus awhile each other thwarted,
Fools as we met, so fools again we parted.