Now have I tolde you all the veray trouthe
Of my wofull chaunce and great unhappynesse.
I praye you nothyng wyth me to be wrothe,
Whyche am drouned in carefull wrethchednesse,
By fortune plunged ful of doublenes.
A, a! said Counseyle, doubte ye never a dele,
But your disease I shal by wysdome hele.
Remember yet, that never yet was he,
That in this worlde dyd lede all his lyfe
In joye and pleasure, wythout adversyte;