No More Learning

wyll keepe with hym,
deale withall, can swym; And yet my trouth, speake my conscience
playnely,
wyll use his friendship myne owne commodytie:
While Dionisius favoureth him,           shal mine
But the kyng once frowne him, then good night, Tomaline
care not who fall
for fine Aristippus,
that
He shrewde foole
never sawe hym more.