Who countyth[782] without me, is caste to fer behynde
Of his rekenynge, as euydently we may
Se[783] at our eye the worlde day by day;
For defaute of measure all thynge dothe excede.
Fel. All that ye say is as trewe as the Crede; 220
For howe be it lyberte to welthe is conuenyent,
And from felycyte may not be forborne,
Yet measure hath ben so longe from vs absent,
That all men laugh at lyberte to scorne;
Welth and wyt, I say, be so threde bare worne,