[32.] What is that goeth about the wood and cannot get in?
Solution. It is the bark of a tree, for never is the bark within the tree, but alwayes without.
The country-mans lamentation for the death of his cow.
A Country Swain, of little wit, one day,
Did kill his Cow, because she went astray:
What's that to I or You, she was his own,
But now the Ass for his Cow doth moan:
Most piteously methink he cries in vain,
For now his Cow's free from hunger and pain: