III

( Yet much is merry in men’ s moods diverse.

I am no mystic, I, that I should preach

With lips string-drawn as tight as miser’ s purse,

Dispense thin wisdom by my scrannel speech;

No, none, thank God, can more have loved good laughter,

Beauty, well-being, perilous lottery,

Or paid the reckoning that followed after

With smaller grudge to justice than did I. )