57. Concerninge his suit & attendaūce at ye Courte.[_]
The attribution of this poem is questionable.
Moste miserable man, whom̄e wretched fate
hath brought to Court, to sue for Had-I-wist:
that few haue found, & many one haue mist.
Full little knowest thou, that hast not tride
what Hell it is, in suinge longe to bide.
To loose good dayes, that mighte be better spent,
to waste longe nightes in pensiue discontent,
To speed to day, & be put back to morrowe,
Now fedd wth hope, now Crost wth wailfull sorrow
To haue thy Princes grace yet want hir Peeres,
to haue thy askinge, yet waite many yeres.
To frett thy soule with Crosses & wth cares,
to eat thy hart wth Comfortless dispaires:
To fawne, to crouche, to waite, to bide, to run:
To spend, to giue, to want, to be vndon.
Vnhappy wighte, borne to disastrous end:
That doth his life, in so longe tendance spend.
Pereunt nil pariunt Anni, verte
