Thou brings? aie me, is this the timely ioy,
Which I expected long, now turnd to sad annoy?
Such is the weakenesse of all mortall hope; v
So tickle is the state of earthly things,
That ere they come vnto their aymed scope,
They fall too short of our fraile reckonings,
And bring vs bale and bitter sorrowings,
In stead of comfort, which we should embrace:
This is the state of Keasars and of Kings.
Let none therefore, that is in meaner place,