SCIENCE

My Parents you know, how many fallen in laps That do ascribe to me the cause of their mishaps? How many seek that come to short of their desire? How many do attempt that daily do retire? How many rove about the mark on every side? How many think to hit when they are much to wide? How many run to far how many light to low? How few to good effect, their travail do bestow, And how all these impute their losses unto me. Should I have joy to think of marriage now trow the What does the world my love alone say they Is bought so dear that life and goods for it must pay Strong youth must spend it self, and yet when all is done, We here of few or none that have this Lady won. On me they make outcries and charge me with the blood Of those that for my sake adventure life and good This grief does wound my heart so, y e suitors more as yet I see no cause nor reason why I should admit. I could allege more then as yet I have said, But I must yield, and you must be obeyed Fallen out as it will there is no help I see, Some one or other in time must marry Me, Such haste might hapelye turn to wast to sum, But I pray thee my Pretty boy whence art thou come. What stature of what making what kind of port bears he In good faith I thank thy master with my heart, I perceive that nature in him, hath done her partly. Commend me then to Wit, and let him understand, That I accept with all my heart this present at his hand, And that I would be glad, when he does see his time, To hear and see him face to face, within this house of mine Then may he break his mind and talk with me his fill, Till then adieu both he and thou mine own sweet little Will. Exent science, Reason Experience. No hast but good, take time and learn to fight, Learn to assault, learn to defend a right: Your match is monstrous to behold and full of might, Whom you must vanquish, not by force but by slyght: Yea truly. Me think I hear the voice of Will, Wites boy. Good cause there is wherefore I should embrace, This loving heart which you have born to me And glad I am that we be both in place, Each one of us eke others looks to see, Your picture and your person does agree, Your princelike port and ecke your noble face, Wherein so many signs of virtue be: That I must needs be moved in your case: Here out my tale, I have a mortal foe: That lurks in the wood, hearby as you come and go, This monstrous Giant, bears a grudge oh me and mine, And will attempt to keep thee back, from this desser of thine. The bane of youth the root of rufne and destres: Devouring those that sue to me, his name is Tediousness. No sooner he espies, the noble Wit begin: To stir and pain it self the love of me to win. But forth he steps and with strong hands by might and main: He beats and buffettes down, the force and liuelynes of brain. That done in deep despair, he drowns him villanously, Ten thousand suitors in a year, are cast away thereby. Now if your mind be surely fixed so, That for no toil nor cost, my love you will forgo. Bethink you well, and of this monster take good heed, Then may you have with Me, the greater hope to speed. Herein use good advise, to make you strong and stout, To send and keep him of a while, until his rage be out. Then when you feel your self, well able to prevail: Bid you the battle, and that so courageously assail. If you can win the field, present me with his head, I ask no more and I forth with, shall be your own to bed. What is become trow the, of Wit, our spouse that would be: The fool is mad I ween, stand back and touch me not. I never saw thee in my life, until this time I wot, Thou art some mad brain, or some fool, or some disguised Scot. I had be well at ease in deed, to be acquainted with thee. Thou Wit? nay thou art some mad brain out of thy wit. Thy look is Like to one, that came out of hell: Yea what tokens? speak and let us know? Stay there? now look how these two faces agree: From Thee? why look, they are no more Like: Then chalk to cheese, then black to white. Father be good to these young tender years, See how he does bewail his folly passed with tears Mine one deer Wit, the hope of mine avail, My care, my comfort, my treasure and my trust, Take heart of grace, our enemy to assail, Lay up these things, which you have hard discussed. So doing, undoubtingly you can not fail. To win the fyeld to escape. all these unhappy showers, To glad your friends, to cause your foes to wail, To match with us, and then the gain is yours. Here in this Closet our self, will set and see, Your manly feats, and your success in fight: Strike home courageously, for you and Me, Learn where and how to fend, and how to smite: In any wise, be ruled by these three, They shall direct both you, and Will aright. Farewell and let our loving counsel be At every hand before you in your fight, I hear and see the joyful news, wherein I take delight, That Tediousness our mortal foe, is ouerc me in ight. I see the sign of victory, the sign of manliness: The heap of happy haps: the joy y tongue cannot express. Oh welcome fame from day to day for ever shall arise. The world shall know doubt not, and shall blow out your fame, Then true report shall send abroad, your everlasting name. Now let our parents dear, be certified of this, So that our marriage may forth with proceed as meet it is. Come after Me all five, and I will led you in. Nor I, what age art thou of my good son, How old is the gentleman thy master canst thou tell?