Idea 59: As Love and I, late harbour’d in one inn
To Proverbs
As Love and I, late harbour’d in one inn,
With proverbs thus each other entertain:
In love there is no lack, thus I begin,
Fair words make fools, replieth he again;
Who spares to speak, doth spare to speed (quoth I),
As well (saith he) too forward, as too slow;
Fortune assists the boldest, I reply,
A hasty man (quoth he) ne’er wanted woe;
Labour is light, where love (quoth I) doth pay,
(Saith he) light burthen’s heavy, if far born;
(Quoth I) the main lost, cast the bye away;
You have spun a fair thread, he replies in scorn.
And having thus awhile each other thwarted,
Fools as we met, so fools again we parted.
