A Sweet Nosegay, or Pleasant Poesy, Containing a Hundred and Ten Philosophical Flowers
Those strokes which mates in mirth do give
do seem to be but light,
Although sometime they leave a sign
seems grievous to the sight.
He that is void of any friend,
him company to keep,
Walks in a world of wilderness,
full fraught with dangers deep.
Each lover knoweth what he likes
and what he doth desire,
But seld, or never, doth he know
what thing he should require.
Affection fond deceives the wise
and love makes men such noddies
That to their selves they seem as dead
yet live in other bodies.
Ask nothing of thy neighbour that
thou wouldst not let him have:
Nor say him nay of that which thou
wouldst get if thou didst crave.
Two eyes, two ears, and but one tongue
Dame Nature hath us framed
That we might see and hear much more
than should with tongue be named.
Seek not each man to please, for that
is more than God bids do:
Please thou the best, and neuer care,
what wicked say thereto.