As he had nere into the world been brought.
But who had seene him, sobbing how he stood
Vnto himselfe, and how he would bemone
His youth forepast, as though it wrought him good
To talke of youth, all were his youth foregone,
He would haue musde and maruail’d much whereon
This wretched Age should life desire so faine,
And knowes ful wel life doth but length his paine.
Crookebackt he was, toothshaken, and blere eyde,
Went on three feete, and sometime crept on foure,