That thou shalt say thyself 'tis rare,
And title me without compare.
Chor. Lay by a while your pipes, and rest,
Since both have here deserved best.
2. To get thy steerling, once again
I'll play thee such another strain
That thou shalt swear my pipe does reign
Over thine oat as sovereign. [He sings
Chor. And Lalage shall tell by this,
Whose now the prize and wager is.
1. Give me the prize. 2. The day is mine.
1. Not so; my pipe has silenc'd thine:
And hadst thou wager'd twenty kine,
They were mine own. Lal. In love combine.
Chor. And lay ye down your pipes together,
As weary, not o'ercome by either.
And lay ye down your pipes. The original edition reads And lay we down our pipes.
717. TRUE SAFETY.
'Tis not the walls or purple that defends
A prince from foes, but 'tis his fort of friends.
718. A PROGNOSTIC.
As many laws and lawyers do express
Nought but a kingdom's ill-affectedness;
Even so, those streets and houses do but show
Store of diseases where physicians flow.
