When time was come, to rest I was brought,
All to me longyng there lacked right nought.
What should I wade by perambulucion?
My tyme is shorte and I have farre to sayle
Unto the lande of my conclusion.
The wynde is east, ryght slowe without fayle,
To blowe my shyppe of diligent travayle
To the last ende of my matter troublous,
With waves enclosed so tempestuous.
Ryght in the morowe, when Aurora clere