Where Wolsey went, the world like bees would swarme,
To heare my speach, and note my nature well:
I coulde with tongue vse such a kinde of charme,
That voyce, full cleare, should sounde like siluer bell:
When head deuisde a long discours to tell,
With stories straunge, my speach should spised bee,
To make the worlde to muse the more on mee.
11.
Each tayle was sweete, each worde a sentence wayde,
Each ear I pleasde, each eye gaue mee the vewe,