Then must I sooth[42] it, whatever it is;
For what he saith or doth cannot be amiss.
Hold by his yea and nay, be his nown white son:[43]
Praise and rouse him well, and ye have his heart won;
For so well liketh he his own fond fashions,
That he taketh pride of false commendations.
But such sport have I with him, as I would not lese,
Though I should be bound to live with bread and cheese.
For exalt him and have him as ye lust indeed;
Yea, to hold his finger in a hole for a need.