8 Lhe Epistle. 
Ceres the 4 His counsell had I vsed, 
Goddesse of 
husbandrie. and Ceres art refused, 
I neede not thus haue mused, 
nor droope as now I do: 
But I must plaie the farmer, 
and yet no whit the warmer, 
although I had his armer, 
and other comfort to. 
Aésops fable 5 The Foxe doth make me minde him, 
whose glorie so did blinde him, 
till taile cut off behinde him, 
no fare could him content: 
Euen so must I be proouing, 
such glorie I had in loouing, 
of things to plough behoouing, 
that makes me now repent. 
Salust. 6 Loiterers I kept so meanie, 
both Philip, Hob, and Cheanie, 
that, that waie nothing geanie, 
was thought to make me thriue: 
Like Zugurth, Prince of Numid, 
my gold awaie consumid, 
with losses so perfumid, 
was neuer none aliue. 
7 Great fines so neere did pare me, 
great rent so much did skare me, 
great charge so long did dare me, 
that made me at length crie creake : 
Much more! of all such fleeces, 
as oft I lost by peeces, 
among such wilie geeces 
I list no longer speake. 
1 mort. 1620. 
