If noblenesse were aquayntyd with sober dyreccyon;
But wyll hath reason so vnder subieccyon,
And so dysordereth this worlde ouer all, 20
That welthe and felicite is passynge small.
But where wonnys Welthe, and a man wolde wyt?
For welthfull Felicite truly is my name.
Lyberte.[780] Mary, Welthe and I was apoynted to mete,
And eyther I am dysseyued, or ye be the same.
Fel. Syr, as ye say, I haue harde of your fame;
Your name is Lyberte, as I vnderstande.