WIN. Grieve not for that which cannot be recall'd. Is it your servant's carelessness you 'plain? Tully by one of his own slaves was slain. The husbandman close in his bosom nurs'd A subtle snake, that after wrought his bane. AUT. _Servos fideles liberalitas facit_; Where on the contrary, _servitutem_-- Those that attend upon illiberal lords, Whose covetise yields nought else but fair looks, Even of those fair looks make their gainful use. For, as in Ireland and in Denmark both, Witches for gold will sell a man a wind[105] Which, in the corner of a napkin wrapp'd, Shall blow him safe unto what coast he will; So make ill-servants sale of their lord's wind Which, wrapp'd up in a piece of parchment, Blows many a knave forth danger of the law. SUM. Enough of this: let me go make my will. Ah! it is made, although I hold my peace: These two will share betwixt them what I have. The surest way to get my will perform'd Is to make my executor my heir; And he, if all be given him, and none else, Unfallibly will see it well-perform'd. Lions will feed though none bid them go to. Ill-grows the tree affordeth ne'er a graft: Had I some issue to sit on my throne, My grief would die, death should not hear me groan; But when, perforce, these must enjoy my wealth, Which thank me not, but enter't as a prey, Bequeath'd it is not, but clean cast away. Autumn, be thou successor to my seat: Hold, take my crown:--look, how he grasps for it! Thou shalt not have it yet--but hold it, too; Why should I keep what needs I must forego?