With, do thou for me,
And I shall do for thé.
Whyles the red hat doth endure,
He maketh himselfe cock sure;
The red hat with his lure 280
Bryngeth all thynges vnder cure.
But, as the worlde now gose,
What here ye of the Lorde Rose?
Nothynge to purpose,
Nat[162] worth a cockly fose: