Where may a man so surely set his foote,
But on those bowes that groweth lowe alwayes?
The litle twygs are but vnstedfast stayes,
Yf they breake not, they bend with euery blast:
Who trusts to them shall neuer stand full fast.
47.
The wynde is great vpon the highest hylles,
The quiet lyfe is in the dale belowe,
Who treades on yse shall slyde agaynst their wills,
They want not cares[1986] that curious artes would knowe: