Of the strong and the weake.

THe weakest goes to wall,
who wanteth freends must faste,
Thei saie the strongest will haue all,
would God that worlde were paste:
For feeble force I haue,
with worlde to tugge and toile,
And lackyng tooles to poule and shaue, I yeeld me to the spoile.
Of those that spares no sleight, nor witte to winne their will,
Who seems to make the crooked streight, yet liu's by fleecyng still:
The weake hath feble knees, to clime the clouds ye knowe,
The strong takes home from the Bees, and seru's his fancie soe.
The strong and mightie flood, sweeps all before hym cleane,
And tourns vp drosse bothe sande and mudde, and keepes no kinde of meane:
A sillie shallowe streame, can doe but little boote,
It neither breaks doune massie banks, nor tears vp trees by roote.
The weake is vanquisht still, the strong will victor bee,
The strong with weake, nor weake wt strong, will neuer well agree:
When sound and sicke doe like, and colde and heate are one,
Or mosse & mucke for might & maine, maie matche wt marble stone
Then strong and weake shall ioyne, till then saie naie who shall,
The strong will triumphe on the weake, & weake shall goe to wall.