1.
On staylesse top of honour’s high renowne,
With busye brayne to builde a bower there,
Is donne to fall at fortune’s froward frowne,
Whose turning wheele, the hyest fyrst dooth feare,
And them below it vpwardes styl dooth reare.
Let them therefore for good estate that striue,
With sailes halfe hoyst in happy hauen arive.
2.
I prest to tell my suddayne yll successe,