And I amongst my mates the Romishe fryers, felt
More ioye and lesse anoye, then erst in Britaine braue:
For there I doubted still, the Saxon’s subtile sleyghtes,
I feared there the fall from royall regall seat:
But here at Rome I liude not fearing force of foe,
I had for myne estate what I coulde wish or craue.
And this I there did finde: they of the cleargye be,
Of all the men that liue the leste in misery.
For all men liue in care, they carelesse do remayne:
Like buzzing drones they eate the hony of the bee,