And therefore is love said to be a child, Because in choice he is so oft beguil'd
Time and the hour run through the roughest day.
Now, my masters, happy man be his dole, say I; every man to his business.
There's hope a great man's memory may outlive his life half a year.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.
Now, good digestion wait on appetite, and health on both!