Preferment, like a game at boules,
To feede our hope hath divers play:
Heere quick it runns, there soft it roules,
The betters make and shew the way
On upper ground, so great allies
Doe many cast on their desire;
Some up are thrust and forc'd to rise,
When those are stopt that would aspire.
Some, whose heate and zeal exceed,
Thrive well by rubbs that curb their haste,