Will watch to doe a mischiefe, if they may.

Nay, those poore sneaking Clownes, who seeke their living,

As if they knew no manner of deceiving;

Ev'n those, their witts, can (this way) so apply,

That, they'l soone cousen, wiser men, than I.

This Day, my Houre-glasse, forth is runne;
Thy Torch, to Morrow, may bee done.