Why sit you thus sadly, because I call madly,
I meane not to leave in the lurch,
My reckoning Ile pay ere I go away,
else hang me as high as a Church.
Perhaps you will say, this is not the way,
they must pine that in this world will thrive,
No matter for that, wee'le laugh and be fat,
for he that made foure made five.
To those my good friends my love so extends,