Fye, fye for shame, disemble not with friends.

Ile tell you one thing which by proofe I knowe,
My mother had a cocke that vs'd to roame,
And all the hens would to our neighbours goe,
We could not keepe them for our liues at home:
Abroad they went, though we wold nere so saine
Vntill by chance we got our cocke againe.

And so my fathers pigeons in like sort,
Our matchlesse hens about would euer flye,
To paire with other doues they would resort,
(Pray laugh not _Susan_, for it is no lye)
I haue it not from other folkes relation,
But from mine owne, and mothers obseruation.

_Susan_.

I laugh that you compare vs to your hens,
Or straying pigions that abroad haue flowne,
To seeke about for cocks of other mens,
Because (you say) they wanted of their owne:
But _Francke_, though you like them be francke and free,
You must not iudge all other so to be.

We doe not vse to hunt abroad for cockes,
But rather shun the places where they be,
The prouerbe sayes, _let geese beware the fox_,
Tis easie making prayes of such as we:
That will not keepe them from the charmers charme