Do not his friends, of ’s poor brains,
Make physic for their senses?
Then lack, lack, and well a day!
But in this our world, ’tis true,
Lack, lack, and well a day!
We our old friends change for new,
When they no longer suit us.
Then heigh-ho, poor dobbins all,
Be sharp with men, I pray you;
They bear the minds of fools indeed,