_Red._ Vnto this processe brefly compylyd, Comprehendyng the worlde casuall and transytory, Who lyst to consyder shall neuer be begylyd, Yf it be regystryd well in memory; A playne example of worldly vaynglory, Howe in this worlde there is no seke[r]nesse, But fallyble flatery enmyxyd with bytternesse; 2540 Nowe well, nowe wo, nowe hy, nowe lawe degre, Nowe ryche, nowe pore, nowe hole, nowe in dysease, Nowe pleasure at large, nowe in captyuyte, Nowe leue, nowe lothe, now please, nowe dysplease, Now ebbe, now flowe, nowe increase, now dyscrease; So in this worlde there is no sykernesse, But fallyble flatery enmyxyd with bytternesse. _Sad Cyr._ A myrrour incleryd is this interlude, This lyfe inconstant for to beholde and se; Sodenly auaunsyd, and sodenly subdude, 2550 Sodenly ryches, and sodenly pouerte, Sodenly comfort, and sodenly aduersyte; Sodenly thus Fortune can bothe smyle and frowne, Sodenly set vp, and sodenly cast downe; Sodenly promotyd, and sodenly put backe, Sodenly cherysshyd, and sodenly cast asyde, Sodenly commendyd, and sodenly fynde a lacke, Sodenly grauntyd, and sodenly denyed, Sodenly hyd, and sodenly spyed; Sodenly thus Fortune can bothe smyle and frowne, 2560 Sodenly set vp, and sodenly cast downe. _Per._ This treatyse, deuysyd to make you dysporte, Shewyth nowe adayes howe the worlde comberyd is, To the pythe of the mater who lyst to resorte; To day it is well, to morowe it is all amysse, To day in delyte, to morowe bare of blysse, To day a lorde, to morowe ly in the duste; Thus in this worlde there is no erthly truste; To day fayre wether, to morowe a stormy rage, To day hote, to morowe outragyous colde, 2570 To day a yoman, to morowe made of page, To day in surety, to morowe bought and solde, To day maysterfest, to morowe he hath no holde, To day a man, to morowe he lyeth in the duste; Thus in this worlde there is no erthly truste. _Magn._ This mater we haue mouyd, you myrthys to make, Precely purposyd vnder pretence of play, Shewyth wysdome to them that wysdome can take, Howe sodenly worldly welth dothe dekay, How wysdom thorowe wantonnesse vanysshyth away, 2580 How none estate lyuynge of hymselfe can be sure, For the welthe of this worlde can not indure; Of the terestre rechery we fall in the flode, Beten with stormys of many a frowarde blast, Ensordyd with the wawys sauage and wode, Without our shyppe be sure, it is lykely to brast, Yet of magnyfycence oft made is the mast; Thus none estate lyuynge of hym can be sure, For the welthe of this worlde can not indure. _Red._ Nowe semyth vs syttynge that ye then resorte 2590 Home to your paleys with ioy and ryalte. _Sad Cyr._ Where euery thyng is ordenyd after your noble porte. _Per._ There to indeuer with all felycyte.