His amner to, hee made mee all in haste,
And threefolde gyftes hee threwe vpon mee still:
His counslour straight listewise was Wolsey plaste,
Thus in shorte time I had the world at will:
Which passed far man’s reason, wit, and skill:
O hap, thou haste great secrets in thy might,
Which long lye hyd from wily worldlyngs sight.
16.
As shures of raine fall quickly on the grasse,
That fading flowres are soone refresht thereby: