Thy Syren's song could make me drown myself, But I am tied unto the mast of truth. If the catastrophe please you not, impute it to the work from home or in the office fortunes of discontented scholars. Hang him, whose verse cannot outbelch the wind, That cannot beard and brave Dan Aeolus; That, when the cloud of his invention breaks, Cannot outcrack the scarecrow thunderbolt. 104] It shall be thy task, Phantasma, to cut this gull's throat with fair terms; and, if he hold fast for all thy juggling rhetoric, fall at defiance with him and the poking-stick he wears. So shall we shun the company of men, That grows more hateful, as the world grows old. As joys the weary pilgrim by the way, When Phoebus wanes[144] unto the western deep, To summon him to his desired rest; Or as the poor distressed mariner, Long toss'd by shipwreck on the foaming waves, At length beholds the long-wish'd haven, Although from far his heart doth dance for joy: So love's consent at length my mind hath eas'd; My troubled thoughts by sweet content are pleas'd. This ring my brother sent, I know right well: But this my true love's pledge I more esteem Than all the golden mines the solid earth contains-- And see, in happy time, here comes Master Churms. They lie that say complexions cannot change: My blood's ennobled, and I am transform'd Unto the sacred temper of a king. In the court your gentlewomen hang me at their apron-strings, and that makes them answer so readily. Somnus, here's Tactus, worse than all his fellows: Stay but awhile, and you shall see him rage! Ay so, suckling, so; stir not now: if the peering rogues chance to go over you, yet stir not: younger brothers call you them, and have no more forecast, I am ashamed of you.
Up to work at home wood they took: search near, my friends, I am this morn robbed of three hundred pound.