PHILOMUSUS.
But why should that word worst so long time last?
STUDIOSO.
Why dost thou now these sleepy plaints commence?
PHILOMUSUS.
Why should I e'er be dull'd with patience?
STUDIOSO.
Wise folk do bear with, struggling cannot mend.
PHILOMUSUS.
Good spirits must with thwarting fates contend.
STUDIOSO.
Some hope is left our fortunes to redress.
PHILOMUSUS.
No hope but this—e'er to be comfortless.
STUDIOSO.
Our life's remainder gentler hearts may find.
PHILOMUSUS.
The gentlest hearts to us will prove unkind.