That bears on his shoulders the heaven's height.
Thou findest fault where n'is to be found,
And buildest strong work upon a weak ground:
Thou railest on right withouten reason,
And blamest them much for small encheason.
How shoulden shepheards live, if not so?
What? should they pinen in pain and woe?
Nay, say I thereto, by my dear borrow,
If I may rest, I nill live in sorrow.
Sorrow ne need be hastened on,