Satyre 6.
Wise Innocent.
Why for an Innocent he: what a pure foole!
Not so (pure asse) asse, wher went you to schoole?
With Innocents, that makes the foole to prate:
Foole will you any? yes the foole shall hate.
Wisedome what shal he haue? the foole at least:
Prouender for the asse ho: stalk vp the beast;
What shall we haue a railing Innocent?
No gentle gull, a wise mans president.
Then forward wisdome, not without I list,
Twentie to one, this foole's some Satirist,
Stil doth the foole haunt me: fond foole be gon,
No I will stay, the foole to gaze vpon.
Well foole stay still, stil shall the foole stay? no:
Then pack simplicitie, good Innocent, why so?
Nor go nor stay, what will the foole do then?
Vexe him that seemes to vexe all other men.
It is impossible, streames that are bard their course,
Swel with more rage, & far more greater force,
