To his wiues Mother, reprouing her vnconstancie

LAst yeere while at your house I hapt to tarry,
Of all your goods, you tooke an Inuentory:
Your Tapistry, your linnen, bedding, plate,
Your sheepe, your horse, your cattle you did rate:
And yet one moueable you did forget,
More moueable then this, therein to set.
Your wauering minde, I meane, which is so moueable
That you for it, haue euer beene reproueable.