WIL. Love is a careless sorrow.
PER. And though my bale with death I bought,
WIL. Hey, ho, heavy cheer!
PER. Yet should thilk lass not from my thought,
WIL. So you may buy gold too dear.
PER. But whether in painful love I pine,
WIL. Hey, ho, pinching pain!
PER. Or thrive in wealth, she shall be mine,
WIL. But if thou can her obtain.
PER. And if for graceless grief I die,