As Love and I, late harbor'd in one inn,
With proverbs thus each other entertain:
'In Love there is no lack,' thus I begin;
'Fair words make fools,' replieth he again;
'Who spares to speak doth spare to speed,' quoth I;
'As well,' saith he, 'too forward as too slow';
'Fortune assists the boldest,' I reply;
'A hasty man,' quoth he, 'ne'er wanted woe';
'Labor is light where Love,' quoth I, 'doth pay';
Saith he, 'Light burden's heavy, if far borne';
Quoth I, 'The main lost, cast the bye away';
'You have spun a fair thread,' he replies in scorn.
And having thus awhile each other thwarted,
Fools as we met, so fools again we parted.