As wise to the world, as good they might accounted be,
Nay, nay, if many years and grey hairs do know no more,
But that every peevish boy hath even as much wit in store:
By the mass, then, have I lived too long, and I would I were dead,
If I have not more knowledge than a thousand of them in my head,
For how should they have learning that were born but even now?
As fit a sight it were to see a goose shod or a saddled cow,
As to hear the prattling of any such Jack Straw.
For, when he hath all done, I count him but a very daw.
As in London not long since, you wot well where,