When most I rest behold howe I stand crost,
When most I moue I toyle for others gayne,
The one declares my labour to be lost,
The other shewes my quiet is but payne.
Vnhappy then whose destiny are crosses,
When standinge still and moveing breedes but losses.
The devise manie small tapers neere about a great burning, the word, Nec tibi minus erit.
The devise a taper newe blowen out, with a fayre blast from a cloude, the word, Te flante relucet.
The scucheon argent with a hand and a pen in it, the word, Solus amor depinget.
Two garlandes in a shield, one of lawrell, the other of cypresse, the word, Manet vna cupressi.
A ship in the sea, the word, Meus error ab alto.
A man falling from the top of a ladder, the word, Non quo, sed unde cado.
A scrole of paper full of cypheres, the word, Adde unum.
A sunne with sweete face in it averted from an armed knight, shaddowed in a cloud all but his handes and knees, which were bended; the word, Quousque auertes?
fo. 3b.