Lo here the lucky lot that sild [seldom] true lovers finde:
Eche takes away the others hart, and leaves the owne behinde.
A happy life is love if God graunt from above
That hart with hart by even waight doo make exchaunge of love."
And Romeo has just said:—
"For I of God woulde crave, as pryse of paynes forpast,
To serve, obey, and honor you so long as lyfe shall last."
Of the Friar the poet says:—
"This barefoote fryer gyrt with cord his grayish weede,
For he of Frauncis order was, a fryer as I reede.