WIT. Who would have thought that Will had been so philosophous? But what means the word Pour temps in the shield for time?
WILL.
Wit, shall I call the[e] fool? the best pleasure of all lasts but a time:
For of all pleasures most pleasing to sight,
Methinks there is none to the falcon's high flight;
Yet diseases end it: the breach of a wing,
Nay, the breach of a feather, spoils that sweet thing.
WIT.
And so my master hath the 'vantage, will ye or no.
Pomp and Pleasure may be ill.
WILL.
May not Policy be bad?
WEALTH.
Wit, well-overtaken by Will, that crafty lad.
WIT.
A crafty goose: the gander gives him health.
Bad Policy's seldom found in so Christian a commonwealth
As London is, I trust, where my master is a lord.
WILL.
And ours so too.
WEALTH.
Well, let us accord;
For Wit's a good thing, yet may be ill-applied.
WIT.
And so may Wealth, be it employed in pride,
And Will worst of all, when it disdains a guide.
WILL.
A Jackanapes hath wit.