To Prouerb. Sonnet 59 (Sonnet 59)

AS Loue and I, late harbourde in one Inne,
With Proueths thus each other entertaine;
In loue there is no lacke, thus I beginne:
Faire wordes makes fooles, replieth he againe:
That spares to speake, doth spare to speede (quoth I)
As well (saith he) too forward as too slowe.
Fortune assistes the boldest, I reply:
A hastie man (quoth he) ne're wanted woe.
Labour is light, where loue (quoth I) doth pay,
(Saith he) light burthens heauy, if farre borne:
(Quoth I) the maine lost, cast the by away:
You haue spunne a faire thred, he replies in scorne.
And hauing thus a while each other thwarted,
Fooles as we met, so fooles againe we parted.