For to be bounde to loke within the boke
I am content on the fayre couerynge to loke
Why sholde I stody to hurt my wyt therby
Or trouble my mynde with stody excessyue
Sythe many ar whiche stody right besely
And yet therby shall they neuer thryue
The fruyt of wysdom can they nat contryue
And many to stody so moche are inclynde
That utterly they fall out of theyr mynde
Eche is nat lettred that nowe is made a lorde