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Song. the first verses that euer the King made.

Since thought is free, thinke what thou will
O troubled hart to ease thy paine
Thought vnreuealed can doe no euill
Bot wordes past out, cummes not againe
Be cairefull aye for to inuent
The waye to gett thy owen intent.
To pleas thy selfe with thy concaite
And lett none knowe what thou does meane
Houpe aye at last, though it be late
To thy intent for to attaine
Thoght whiles it brake forth in effect
Yet aye lett witt thy will correct.
Since foole haste cumes not greatest speede
I wolde thou shoulde learne for to knaw
How to make vertue of a neede
Since that necessitie hath no law
With patience then see thou attend
And houpe to vanquise in the end.