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A hundreth good poyntes of husbandry. 
Q Zo the right honorable and my speciall good lord 
and maister, the lord Paget, Lord priuie seale. 
WS Say Sv W Oey, 
aW @aAVW 
The trouth doth teache, that tyme must serue. 
(How euer man, doth blase hys mynde) 
(Of thynges most lyke, to thryue or sterue :) 
Much apt to iudge, is often blynde. 
And therfore, tyme it doth behoofe : 
Shall make of trouth, a perfit proofe. 
Take you my lord, and mayster than, 
(Unlesse mischaunce mischaunseth me :) 
Such homely gyft, of your own man, 
Synce more in court, I may not be: 
and let your praise, wonne here tofore, 
Remayne abrode, for euermore. 
My seruyng you, thus vnderstande, 
And god his helpe, and yours withall : 
Dyd cause good lucke, to take myne hande 
Erecting one, most lyke to fall: 
My seruing you, I know it was, 
Enforced this, to come to passe. 
So synce I was, at Cambridge tought, 
Of court ten yeres, I made a say ; 
No musike than, was left vnsought, 
A care I had, to serue that way, 
My ioye gan slake, then made I chaunge, 
Expulsed myrth, for musike straunge. 
My musike synce, hath been the plough, 
Entangled with, some care among: 
The gayn not great, the payn enough, 
Hath made me syng, another song. 
And if I may, my song auowe ; 
No man I craue, to iudge but you. 
q Your seruant, 
Thomas Tusser. 
