Negatur vtrum que

WHAT shall we doe? now tell me gentle Muse,
For we welnigh haue finished our taske,
Thy tender hand could never Mattock vse,
Full well I wot, nor canst thou humblie aske
At greatnes gate, or for reversions sue,
As beggars, and the basely minded doe.

Desire of God but this, when thou art old,
To haue a home, and somewhat of thine owne,
To keepe thy selfe from hunger and the cold,
And where thou maiest in quiet sing alone:
For thinke it hell, to liue as bird in cage,
At others curt'sie, in thy latter age.