VER. No ease, no pleasure, can be good, that is not got with pains.
EQ. That is the cause from Virtue's love
Man's fancy still refrains.
VER. And pains, I think, they feel likewise,
That unto vice do bend.
EQ. They feel, no doubt: but yet such pains
Come not before the end.
VIR. I grieve for man, that man should be of ill attempts so[413] fain.
EQ. Grieve not for that: evil tasted once, turns him to good again.
VIR. Then will I take a cheerful mind,
Unpleasant thoughts expel,
And cares for man commit to them,
That in the heavens do dwell.
EQ. Do so, dear madam, I beseech you most heartily,
And recreate yourself, before you go hence, with some sweet melody.
_The Song.
If pleasure be the only thing,
That man doth seek so much:
Chief pleasures rest, where virtue rules:
No pleasure can be such.