Nature a tyme to leaue her wonted place,
She wyl returne, in spight of heauen or hell:
No alcumist dame nature can displace,
Except that God doth geue abundant grace:
The caske wyl haue a taste for euermore,
With that wherewith it seasoned was before.
41.
Why did I then my courtlesse court mayntayne
With Hob and Iohn, Rafe Royster, and his mate?
Whose greedy iawes aye gaping after gayne,