I graunt it is harde, but to say truth is best, But yet shall I proue my saying veritable, Aduert my wordes, see if I be culpable. Unto our purpose: by diuers wayes three Men may be fooles, I shall them count to thee: They all be fooles which set their thought and minde That thing for to seke which they shall neuer finde. And they be fooles which seke thing with delite, Which if they finde is harm and no profite; And he is a foole, a sotte, and a geke also, Which choseth a place unto the same to go, And where diuers wayes lead thither directly He choseth the worst and most of ieopardie: As if diuers wayes laye unto Islington, To Stow on the Wold, Quaueneth or Trompington, To Douer, Durham, to Barwike or Exeter, To Grantham, Totnes, Bristow, or good Manchester, To Roan, Paris, to Lions or Floraunce. _Coridon._ What ho man abide, what already in Fraunce. Lo, a fayre journey, and shortly ended to, With all these townes what thing have we to do? _Cornix._ By God man knowe thou that I haue had to do In all these townes and yet in many mo, To see the worlde in youth me thought was best, And after in age to geue my selfe to rest. _Coridon._ Thou might haue brought one and set by our village. _Cornix._ What man I might not for lacke of cariage. To cary mine owne selfe was all that euer I might, And sometime for ease my sachell made I light. _Coridon._ To our first matter we better must entende, Els in twelue monthes we scant shall make an ende. (_Spenser Society’s Reprint_, pp. 5-6.)