for hither I came to be merry.
Then plucke up a good heart before we depart,
with my Hostesse we will make it even,
For I am set a madding, and still will be adding,
for he that made six made seven.
Sad mellancholly will bring us to folly,
and this is deaths principall magent, (sic)
But this course I will take, it never shall make
me looke otherwise than an agent.
And in more content my time shall be spent,