[030] Jaq. And I have been all this day to avoid him. He is too disputable for my company: I think of as many matters as he; but I give heaven thanks, and make no boast of them. Come, warble, come.
Song.
[034] Who doth ambition shun, [All together here.
[035] And loves to live i’ the sun,
Seeking the food he eats,
And pleased with what he gets,
Come hither, come hither, come hither:
[039] Here shall he see
040 No enemy
But winter and rough weather.