And then he drew a dial from his poke, And looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Says very wisely, It is ten oclock: Thus we may see, quoth he, how the world wags.
If ladies be but young and fair, They have the gift to know it; and in his brain, Which is as dry as the remainder biscuit After a voyage, he hath strange places crammd With observation, the which he vents In mangled forms.
Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time; If ever you have lookd on better days, If ever been where bells have knolld to church, If ever sat at any good mans feast.
Note 1. The same in The Taming of the Shrew, act iv. sc. 1; in Othello, act iii. sc. 1; in The Merry Wives of Windsor, act i. sc. 4; and in As You Like It, act ii. sc. 7.Francis Rabelais: book v. chap. iv. [back]