+Health+ So I wyll, but yet I must say true 140 And now a lyttle more I wyll say to you Much sorowe and care welth doth brewe He is seldome in rest. when a man is a lyttle hit and welthy And hath in his cheste treasures plentye Then wyl he wrangle, and do shreudly By his power and might. With his neighboures he wyll go to lawe And a wreke his malyce for valew of strawe welth is fykle and out nf awe 150 wylfull in wronge or ryght +Welth.+ Thou speakest with a slaunderous tonge All of euyll wyll, and yet it is wronge welth in this realme hath bin longe Of me commeth great honour. Because that I welth hath great porte All the worlde, hyther doth resorte Therfore I welth, am this realmes comfort, And here I wyll indure. +Helth.+ So I wold ye should, and I shall do the same 160 Helth I am called, and that is my name If I would not abyde heare I were to blame For here I am well cherished Yet say your selfe, nhw indifferenily And if euery man doo not loue me Helth as well as welth, yes verely Therof I dare be reported +Weith.+ Why should they loue thee? that woulde I knowe As wel as me, I pray you showe I am the superiour of hie and lowe 170 No man may compare with me. +Helth.+ To shew why I wyll not be afraied For I can bide by that I haue sayde Yf welthy men be very well apayd Or muche they set you by. But of welth, if they haue neuer so much Goodes, tryasure and golde, and be called rych Yet yfthey lacke helth, there payne is suche That they were better dye. A man to were golde, and be in payne 180 What ioy hath he? none, but would be fayne To giue all his treasure for helth playne Or els he were very mad: For if a man be neuer so poure Yet if he haue helth, that is a treasure, Then for his liuing, he may laboure And in his harte be glad, +Welth.+ I neuer marked thus muche, nor vnderstood That Helth was such a treasure, and to man so good Wherfore I am sory, and I wil chaunge my moode 190 Now I pray you forgiue me. +Health+ I will forgiue or els I were to blame And I pray you to forgiue me the same I loue you hartly, and wyll prayse your name yf it please youto keepe my company. ¶ Here entreth lyberty with a song & after speaketh +libert+ Why tary syrs whether are ye going I see well ye looked not for my comming Loe, out of syght out of remembryng Absence is cause of straungnes, 200 What looke ye on werwhy are ye so straunge From your fellow liberty, doth your minds cha[=u]ge In your company I was wont to range What nedes all this busines, +wealth+ By liberty now I doo not set Seyng that helth and I am met As feloweh together no man shall let Me for to loue hym best.