TO THE RIGHT WORshipfull and worthy fauourer of learning, my singular good Maister, Sir WILLIAM WAAD Knight

Such is the course of this inconstant life,
In which we mortall creatures draw our breath:
Reason is ruld by Rage, and Peace by Strife,
Wit is a slaue to Will, and Life to Death.
I in these fickle, fleeting, fading times,
Liue and enioy the bounty of your fauors,
Let me I pray', and my vnworthy rimes,
Intreat your kinde protection of my labors.
As in a storme the Sheepe to shelters runne,
My Muse vnto your Patronage doth flie,
Whereas she hopes all Enuies stormes to shunne,
And liue despight of scandals callumnie.
All my endeauours then shall me perswade,
Dreadles that I through greater streames will wade.