Of dyuers great estates,
As well[1441] as other men.
Now to withdrawe my pen, 1250
And now a whyle to rest,
Me semeth it[1442] for the best.
The forecastell of my shyp
Shall glyde, and smothely slyp
Out of the wawes wod
Of[1443] the stormy flod;
Shote anker, and lye at rode,