Vntill there full stuft gorge a passage makes
Into the wide mawes of more scopious lakes:
Spight me! not spight it selfe can discontent
My steeled thoughts, or breed disparagement:
Had pale fac't coward feare bene resident
Within the bosome of me Innocent,
I would haue housde me from the eyes of ire,
Whose bitter spleen vomits forth flames of fire.
A resolute Asse, oh for a spurring Rider;
A brace of Angels: what is the foole a briber?
Is not the Asse yet wearie of his load?
What with once bearing of the foole abroad?
Mount againe Foole: then the Asse will tire
And leaue the Foole to wallow in the mire.
Dost thou thinke otherwise? good Asse then be gon,
I stay but till the Innocent get on.
What wilt thou needs of the foole bereaue mee?
Then pack good foolish Asse, & so I leaue thee.
FINIS.
