No, he hath more wit, that silent can sit,
Yet knowes well enough how to do it,
That speaks with reason, & laughs in due seaso[n,]
And when he is mov’d unto it.
I care not a fly, for a house that’s built high,
And yeelds not a cup of good beer,
Where scraps you may find, while Venison’s in kind
For a week or two in a yeare.
He a better house keeps, that every night sleeps
Under a Covert of thatch,