So much strivinge For goodes and for wivinge, And so lytle thryvynge, Sawe I never: So many capacities, Offices and pluralites, And chaunging of dignities, Sawe I never. 80 So many lawes to use The truth to refuse, Suche falshead to excuse, Sawe I never: Executers havinge the ware, Taking so littel care Howe the soule doth fare, Sawe I never. Amonge them that are riche No frendshyp is to kepe tuche, 90 And such fayre glosing speche Sawe I never: So many pore In every bordoure, And so small soccoure, Saw I never. So proude and so gaye, So riche in araye, And so skant of money, Saw I never: 100 So many bowyers, So many fletchers, And so few good archers, Saw I never. So many chepers, So fewe biers, And so many borowers, Sawe I never: So many alle sellers In baudy holes and sellers, 110 Of yonge folkes yll counsellers, Sawe I never. So many pinkers, So many thinkers, And so many good ale drinkers, Sawe I never: So many wronges, So few mery songes, And so many yll tonges, Sawe I never. 120 So many a vacabounde Through al this londe, And so many in pryson bonde, I sawe never: So many citacions, So fewe oblacions, And so many newe facions, Sawe I never. So many fleyng tales, Pickers of purses and males, 130 And so many sales, Saw I never: So much preachinge, Speaking fayre and teaching, And so ill belevinge, Saw I never. So much wrath and envy, Covetous and glottony, And so litle charitie, Sawe I never: 140 So many carders, Revelers and dicers, And so many yl ticers, Sawe I never. So many lollers, So few true tollers, So many baudes and pollers, Sawe I never: Such treachery, Simony and usury, 150 Poverty and lechery, Saw I never. So many avayles, So many geales, And so many fals baylies,[602] Sawe I never: By fals and subtyll wayes All England decayes, For more envy and lyers[603] Sawe I never. 160 So new facioned jackes With brode flappes in the neckes, And so gay new partlettes, Sawe I never: So many slutteshe cookes, So new facioned tucking hookes, And so few biers of bookes, Saw I never.