Nay, I care not for their names; they owe me nothing. Will
More at your request than to please myself.
Well then, if ever I thank any man, I'll thank you; but
that they call compliment is like th' encounter of two dog-apes;
and when a man thanks me heartily, methinks have given him a
penny, and he renders me the beggarly thanks. Come, sing; and you
that will not, hold your tongues.
Well, I'll end the song. Sirs, cover the while; the Duke
will drink under this tree. He hath been all this day to look
And I have been all this day to avoid him. He is too
disputable for my company. I think of as many matters as he; but
I give heaven thanks, and make no boast of them. Come, warble, come.
Who doth ambition shun,
And loves to live i' th' sun,
Seeking the food he eats,
And pleas'd with what he gets,
Come hither, come hither, come hither.
Here shall he see
But winter and rough weather.
I'll give you a verse to this note that I made yesterday in
despite of my invention.