To none of these I yielde as thrall,
For why? my mynde dothe serve for all.
"I see howe plenty suffers ofte,
And hasty clymers sone do fall,
I see that those which are alofte
Mishapp dothe threaten moste of all;
They get with toyle, they keepe with feare,
Suche cares my mynde coulde never beare.
"Content to live, this is my staye,
I seeke no more than maye suffyse,