I have known when there was no music with him but the drum and the fife; and now had he rather hear the tabour and the pipe:
I have known when he would have walked ten mile a foot to see a good armour; and now will he lie ten nights awake, carving the fashion of a new doublet. He was wont to speak plain and to the purpose, like an honest man and a soldier; and now is he turned orthography; his words are a very fantastical banquet, just so many strange dishes.
May I be so converted and see with these eyes? I cannot tell; I think not.
