1 This man hath had good counsel.
2 Followed the old man forth, he is return'd.
3 Marry, here's grace and a codpiece; that's a wise man and a fool.
4 This house is little: the old man and his people Cannot be well bestow'd.
5 An admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish disposition to the charge of a star.
6 Why, to keep one's eyes of either side's nose, that what a man cannot smell out, he may spy into.
7 The man that makes his toe What he his heart should make Shall of a corn cry woe, And turn his sleep to wake.
8 When a wise man gives thee better counsel, give me mine again: I would have none but knaves follow it, since a fool gives it.
9 Since I was man, Such sheets of fire, such bursts of horrid thunder, Such groans of roaring wind and rain I never Remember to have heard.
10 Brother, I advise you to the best; I am no honest man if there be any good meaning toward you: I have told you what I have seen and heard.
11 No marvel then though he were ill affected: 'Tis they have put him on the old man's death, To have the expense and waste of his revenues.'
12 But I will tarry; the fool will stay, And let the wise man fly: The knave turns fool that runs away; The fool no knave perdy.
13 Horses are tied by the heads; dogs and bears by the neck, monkeys by the loins, and men by the legs: when a man is overlusty at legs, then he wears wooden nether-stocks.
14 Caitiff, to pieces shake That under covert and convenient seeming Hast practis'd on man's life: close pent-up guilts, Rive your concealing continents, and cry These dreadful summoners grace.
15 While I may scape I will preserve myself: and am bethought To take the basest and most poorest shape That ever penury in contempt of man, Brought near to beast: my face I'll grime with filth, Blanket my loins; elf all my hair in knots, And with presented nakedness outface The winds and persecutions of the sky.
16 Contending with the fretful elements; Bids the wind blow the earth into the sea, Or swell the curled waters 'bove the main, That things might change or cease; tears his white hair, Which the impetuous blasts with eyeless rage, Catch in their fury and make nothing of; Strives in his little world of man to outscorn The to-and-fro-conflicting wind and rain.'
17 I never gave him any: It pleas'd the King his master very late To strike at me, upon his misconstruction; When he, compact, and flattering his displeasure, Tripp'd me behind; being down, insulted, rail'd And put upon him such a deal of man, That worthied him, got praises of the King For him attempting who was self-subdu'd; And, in the fleshment of this dread exploit, Drew on me here again.
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