Whil’st many doubts me seemed to appall,
Like to a barke that with the tide doth driue,
Hauing not[2037] left to fasten it withall,
Thus with the time by suffring I doe striue
Vnto[2038] that harbor doubtfull yet to fall:
Vntill inforc’d to put it to the chance,
Casting the fair’st my fortune to aduance.
43.
Making my selfe to mightie Wolsey knowne,
That Atlas, which the gouernement vpstai’d,