There will I make thee a bed of roses, with a thousand fragrant posies, a cap of flowers, and a kirtle, embroidered all with leaves of myrtle. A belt of straw and ivy buds, with coral clasps and amber studs, and if these pleasures may thee move, then live with me and be my love. Love's answer, if that the world and love were young, and truth in every shepherd's tongue, these pretty pleasures might me move, to live with thee and be thy love. As it fell upon a day, in the merry month of may, sitting in a pleasant shade, which a grove of myrtles made, beasts did leap, and birds did sing, trees did grow, and plants did spring, everything did banish moan, save the nightingale alone, she, poor bird, as all forlorn, lean's her breast up-till a thorn, and there sung the doleful ditty, that to hear it was great pity, fie, fie, fie, now would she cry, true, true! By and by, that to hear her so complain, scarce I could from tears refrain, for her grief, so lively shown, made me think upon mine own. Ah, thought I, thou mourns in vain! none takes pity on thy pain, senseless trees they cannot hear thee, ruthless beasts they will not cheer thee, king pinion he is dead, all thy friends are lapped in lead, all thy fellow birds do sing, careless of thy sorrowing. Even so, poor bird, like thee, none alive will pity me. Whilst as fickle fortune smiled, thou and I were both beguiled. Every one that flatters thee is no friend in misery. Words are easy, like the wind, faithful friends are hard to find, every man will be thy friend, whilst thou hast wherewith to spend, but if store of crowns be scant, no man will supply thy want. If that one be prodigal, bountiful they will him call, and with such-like flattering, pity but he were a king;', if he be addict to vice, quickly him they will entice, if to women he be bent, they have at commandment, but if fortune once do frown, then farewell his great renown, they that fawn'd on him before, use his company no more. He that is thy friend indeed, he will help thee in thy need, if thou sorrow, he will weep, if thou wake, he cannot sleep, thus of every grief in heart, he with thee both bear a part. These are certain signs to know, faithful friend from flattering foe.