_Will._ Content, You shall have my helpe in it, or any other thing, wherein I may stand you in steed. And since you are so glad of my company, we will live and die togither. _Wit._ Gramercie, good Will; and meane time let us pray God to prosper our worke; let us have care how we worke; what, when, and where we worke, that we may find it commodious, not contrarie to Gods will, contentive to the best, offensive to fewe or none; let the matter be vertuous, so shall he prove famous. _Will._ Good Wit, I thanke thee for thy good counsaile; God give us His grace to doo so. I am glad to see thee so well bent; now I must needs love thee; thou wert never wont to be so well minded. _Wit._ Better late than never; it is good to be honest, though a man had forsworne it; there is no time too late to thrive. _Will._ True; and I promise thee now, I hope I shall doo well by the comfortable counsaile of so good a friend. God be thanked, the old vaine is gone. _Stet pro ratione voluntas, Sum Juvenis fruar hoc mundo, Senex colam pietatem. Omnia vincit amor._ Faint heart never woon faire lady. Let us be merrie while we are here; when we are gone, all the world goes with us; let them take care that come after. A man is a man, if he have but a hose on his head. _Oh che bella donna? favor della Signora, oh dolce amore, La Sennora et spada, senza estos nada, Perle Amor de dieu: Beau damoiselle; oh brave huom; Che gallante cheval? il faut avoire come?_ That makes no matter; then sweetes had no sower; but now Wit, oh Will, dost thou remember all this? I pray thee forget all, and think no more of such things. I am sorie that ever they were in my heart, but now thou shall see we will do well inough: we will take another way, to both our comforts. We will to Care, and intreate him to lend us his helpe, for without him, indeed we shall make an ilfavoured ende, of what we begin untowardly. I promise thee, I heard the pretiest song betwixt him and Miserie that I heard a good while: if thou wilt set it downe in writing, I will recite it unto thee. _Wit._ Contented, right willingly, and thank thee too. _Will._ Then loe thus it was. _The Song betweene Miserie and Care._ _M._ What art thou, Care? _C._ A secret skil unseene. _M._ Who was thy syre? _C._ Sound Wisdome. _M._ Mother who? _C._ Devise. _M._ And who thy nurse? _C._ Delight I weene. _M._ When wert thou borne? _C._ In harvest. _M._ What to do? _C._ To worke? _M._ With whom? _C._ With Wit and honest Will. _M._ What worke? _C._ In graine, To gleane the good from ill. * * * * * _M._ What good? _C._ The best. _M._ And how? _C._ By warie eye. _M._ Whose eye is that? _C._ The eye of perfect sight. _M._ Who beares that eye? _C._ The head that hath me nie. _M._ Whose head is that? _C._ Each one that loves delight. _M._ But what delight? _C._ That longest doth endure.