Does his mean fortunes truly recompense:
He feels no hot loves, nor no palsy-fears,40
No fits of filthy lusts, or of pale jealousies:
He wants, it's true, our clothes, our masks, our diet,
And wants our cares, our fears, and our disquiets.
But this
Is all but raving, and does distemper more.45
I'll sleep. [Lies all along on the ground.] Boy, sing the song I gave you.
A Song to a Lute
Hast thou seen the down i' th' air,
when wanton blasts have tost it;
Or the ship on the sea,
when ruder waves have crost it?50
Hast thou mark'd the crocodile's weeping,
or the fox's sleeping?
Or hast view'd the peacock in his pride,
or the dove by his bride,
when he courts for his lechery?55
O, so fickle, O, so vain, O, so false, so false is she!
Flor. Good boy, leave me
