H. His Deuises | ||
Rewarde doth not alwayes aunswere deserte.
Sith my desyre is prest to please,Though not with glosing showe:
And eke my deeds if proofe were made,
Should tell what fayth I owe.
Whereto shall I impute my hap,
To Fate or wante of skill:
When nought I finde but tickle trust,
Where most I meane good will.
H. His Deuises | ||