His amner to, hee made mee all in haste, And threefolde gyftes hee threwe vpon mee still: His counslour straight listewise was _Wolsey_ plaste, Thus in shorte time I had the world at will: Which passed far man’s reason, wit, and skill: O hap, thou haste great secrets in thy might, Which long lye hyd from wily worldlyngs sight. 16. As shures of raine fall quickly on the grasse, That fading flowres are soone refresht thereby: Or as with sun the morning dewe doth passe, And quiet calme makes cleare a troubled skye: So prince’s powre, at twinkling of an eye, Sets vp a lofte a favret on the wheele, When giddy braynes about the streetes doe reele. 17. They are but blinde that wake where fortune sleepes, They worke in vayne that striue with streame and tyde: In double garde, they dwell that destnye keepes, In simple sorte they liue that lacke a gyde: They misse the marke that shoote theyr arrowes wide, They hit the pricke that make theyr flight to glaunce So nere the white, that shafte may light on chaunce. 18. Such was my lucke I shot no shafte in vayne, My bow stoode bent and brased all the yeere: I wayted harde but neuer lost my payne: Such wealth came in to beare the charges cleere: And in the end, I was the greatest peere Among them all, for I so rulde the land, By king’s consent, that all was in my hand. 19. Within on yeare three bishoprickes I had, And in small space a cardnall I was made: With long red robes rich _Wolsey_ then was clad, I walkte in sun when others sate in shade: I went abroade with such a trayne and trade, With crosses borne before mee where I past, That man was thought to bee some god at last. 20. With sonnes of earles and lordes I serued was, An hundreth chaynes at leaste were in my trayne: I dayly dranke in gold, but not in glas, My bread was made of fynest flowre and grayne: My daynty mouth did common meates disdayne, I fed like prince on fowles most deare and straunge, And bankets made of fine conceites for chaunge. 21. My hall was full of knightes, and squires of name, And gentlemen, two hundreth tolde by powle: Tall[2002] yeomen to did howrely serue the same, Whose names each weeke I saw within checke rowle: All went to church, when seruis bell did knowle, All dinde and supte and slepte at cardinall’s charge, And all would wayte, when _Wolsey_ tooke his barge. 22.