 | To Rash Iudgement, Tom Foole, and his fellowes |  |
Knaueishly Shot, Partner.
Two Partners that one trade profest,Did ioyne their Stockes: the one at rest,
Repos'd his trust on tothers care,
For all the dealing with their ware:
Who gaue him leaue to take delight,
And did protest to deale vpright,
In all he tooke in hand most iust:
For are not we (quoth he) but dust?
And haue no certaine byding heere,
Ther's nothing to a conscience cleare;
Ile loose a pound my selfe deare brother,
Ere wrong a pennie from another.
This saint being trusted; this pure man,
Getts in his hands euen all he can:
Then from accounts doth quarell draw,
And driues poore Brother deere, to law:
Who while he rageth stormes and fretts,
Getts closely in, both stocke and debts,
And vowes indeed I do assure it,
I put vp wrong, but will Indure it.
| To Rash Iudgement, Tom Foole, and his fellowes | |