[_Bootless boad_, dwelt unprofitably.]
Had wayes enough for all therein to live;
Such grace did God unto his creatures give.
Said then the Foxe: "Who hath the world not tride
From the right way full eath may wander wide.
[_Eath_, easy.]
We are but novices, new come abroad, 405
We have not yet the tract of anie troad,
[I.e. routine of any way of life.]
Nor on us taken anie state of life,
But readie are of anie to make preife.
[_Preife_, proof.]
Therefore might please you, which the world have proved,
Us to advise, which forth but lately moved, 410
Of some good course that we might undertake,
Ye shall for ever us your bondmen make."
The priest gan wexe halfe proud to be so praide,
And thereby willing to affoord them aide,
"It seemes," said he, "right well that ye be clerks, 415
Both by your wittie words and by your works.
Is not that name enough to make a living
To him that hath a whit of Natures giving?
How manie honest men see ye arize
Daylie thereby, and grow to goodly prize; 420
To deanes, to archdeacons, to commissaries,
To lords, to principalls, to prebendaries?
All iolly prelates, worthie rule to beare,
Who ever them envie: yet spite bites neare.
Why should ye doubt, then, but that ye likewise 425
Might unto some of those in time arise?