Weele mend our selves as meanes in time doth grow,
Accepting what some other friends bestowe.
As now the honest printer hath bin kinde,
Bootes and stockins to our legs doth finde,
Garters, polonia heeles and rose shooe-strings,
Which, somewhat, us two knaves in fashion brings;
From the knee downeward, legs are well amended,
And we acknowledge that we are befrended,
And will requite him for it as we can:
A knave some time may serve an honest man.