And for vayne clay, the hye heuyn set a syde
The enuoy of Barklay to the Folys.
O blynde man whiche hast thy moste felycyte
On worldly thinges, alas make clere thy mynde
What fyndest thou here, but great aduersyte
Wylt thou for it leue yt heuenly ioy behynde
And where thou myght euerlastynge ryches fynde
Where as is helth, endles lyfe and all goodnes
Wylt thou forsake it for worldly wretchydnes
Wylt thou heuyn compare with his paynfull lyfe