¶When as thine eye hath cho
se the Dame,
¶And
stalde the deare that thou
should
st
strike,
¶Let rea
son rule things worthy blame,
285As well as fancy (partyall might)
¶_Take coun
sell of
some wi
ser head,
¶_Neither too young, nor yet vnwed.
¶And when thou com
st thy tale to tell,
¶Smooth not thy toung with filed talke,
290Lea
st
she
some
subtill practi
se
smell,
¶A Cripple
soone can finde a halt,
¶_But plainly
say thou lou
st her well,
¶_And
set her per
son forth to
sale.