That yt may please you, of your benygnyte,
In the dayly daunger of our goodes and lyfe, 350
Fyrste to consyder the desert of our request,
What welth we bryng the rest, to our great care & stryfe,
And then to rewarde us as ye shall thynke best.
What were the surplysage of eche commodyte,
Whyche groweth and encreaseth in every lande, 355
Excepte exchaunge by suche men as we be?
By wey of entercours, that lyeth on our hande[140]
We fraught from home, thynges wherof there is plente;