In works of labour or of skillI would be busy too:For Satan finds some mischief stillFor idle hands to do.
He ne'er considered it as lothTo look a gift-horse in the mouth,And very wisely would lay forthNo more upon it than 'twas worth;But as he got it freely, soHe spent it frank and freely too:For saints themselves will sometimes be,Of gifts that cost them nothing, free.
Ah! what is love? It is a pretty thing, As sweet unto a shepherd as a king; And sweeter too For kings have cares that wait upon a crown ,And cares can make the sweetest love to frown; Ah then, ah then, If country loves such sweet desires do gain, What lady would not love a shepherd swain?Robert Greene