To seeke some worke of price I suerly ment,
That might alone my carefull mynde content.[83]
4.
Amongst the rest,[84] I found a booke so sad,
As tyme of yeare or sadnesse[85] coulde requier:
The Mirour namde, for Magistrates hee had,
So finely pende, as harte could well desire.
Which when I read, so set my heart on fire,
Eftsoones it mee constraynde to take the payne,
Not lefte with once,[86] to reade it once agayne.