The famous lines in Spenser's "Colin Clout's come home again,"[[3]] on the instability and hollowness of patronage, may occur to the reader:
"Full little knowest thou, that hast not tride,
What hell it is in suing long to bide:
To lose good days that might be better spent,
To waste long nights in pensive discontent.
To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow,
To feed on hope, to pine with fear and sorrow.
To fret thy soul with crosses and with cares;
To eat thy heart through comfortless despaires," &c.
F.