_Will._ In lines of sweete delight. _Wit._ The author who? _Will._ Desire did draw the booke. _Wit._ Who teacheth? _Will._ Time. _Wit._ What order? _Will._ Lovers right. _Wit._ What's that? _Will._ To catch Content, by hooke or crooke. _Wit._ Where keepes he schoole? _Will._ In wildernesse of wo. _Wit._ Why lives he there? _Will._ The fates appoint it so. _Wit._ Why did they so? _Will._ It was their secret will. _Wit._ What was their will? _Will._ To worke fond lovers wo. _Wit._ What was their woe? _Will._ By spite their sport to spill. _Wit._ What was their sport? _Will._ Dame Nature best doth know. _Wit._ How grows their spite? _Will._ By want of wish. _Wit._ What's that? _Will._ Wit knowes right well, Will may not tell thee what. * * * * * _Wit._ Then, Will, adue. _Will._ Yet stand me in some steed. _Wit._ Wherewith, sweete Will? _Will._ Alas, by thine advise. _Wit._ Whereto, good Will? _Will._ To win my wish with speed. _Wit._ I know not how. _Will._ Oh Lord, that Will were wise. _Wit._ Wouldst thou be wise? _Will._ Ful fain, then come from schoole. _Wit._ Take this of Wit: Love learns to play the foole. _Will._ Content, I wil come from Schoole, I wil give over _Artem Amandi_, and I will with thee to some more worthie study, which may be as well to my commoditie, comfort, as content. _Wit._ Well said, Will, now I like thee well; and, therefore, now I will do my best to worke thy delight. But for that now I have a peece of worke in hand, which none must be privie too, till it be finished; we will heere leave off talke, and fall to our worke togither, so I shall the sooner and the better dispatch it.