Thou must aye deeper and deeper sink.
Yet better leave off with a little loss,
Than by much wrestling to lose the gross.
HOB. Now, Diggon, I see thou speakest too plain;
Better it were a little to feign,
And cleanly cover that cannot be cured;
Such ill, as is forced, must needs be endured.
But of such pastors how do the flocks creep?
DIG. Such as the shepheards, such be their sheep,
For they nill listen to the shepheard's voice;