212 
Faiersted 
parsonage 
in Essex. 
Lease for 
parsons life. 
London 
commended. 
Vnthrifts 
order. 
a) 
28 
29 
30 
The Authors life. 
From thence so sent, away I went, 
With sicknes worne, as one forlorne, 
To house my hed, at Faiersted, 
where whiles I dwelt: 
The tithing life, the tithing strife, 
Through tithing ill, of Jacke and Gill, 
The dailie paies, the mierie waies, 
too long I felt. 
When charges grew, still new and new, 
And that I spide, if parson dide, 
(All hope in vaine) to hope for gaine, 
I might go daunce: 
Once rid my hand of parsonage land, 
Thence by and by, away went I, 
To London streight, to hope and waight, 
for better chaunce. 
Well London well, that bearst the bell 
Of praise about, England throughout, 
And dost in deede, to such as neede, 
much kindnes shew: 
Who that with thee can hardly agree, 
Nor can well prais thy friendly wais, 
Shall friendship find, to please his mind, 
in places few. 
As for such mates, as vertue hates, 
Or he or thay, that go so gay, 
That needes he must take all of trust, 
for him and his: 
Though such for wo by Lothburie go, 
For being spide about Cheapeside, 
Least Mercers bookes for monie lookes, 
small matter it is. 
