Byr lady, we shall take shame, I am a-frayd!

Who marketh in what maner this sort is led

May thynke yt impossyble all to be sped. 1115

This nomber is smale, there lacketh twayne of ten,

And yet, by the masse, amonge ten thousand men

No one thynge could stande more wyde from the tother;

Not one of theyr sewtes agreeth wyth an other.

I promyse you, here is a shrewed pece of warke. 1120

This gere wyll trye wether ye be a clarke.

Yf ye trust to me, yt is a great foly;