Tottel sig. Qiiiiv

[sig. Qiiiiv]

Who waiteth on the golden meane, (10) he put in point of sickernes: Hides not his head in sluttish coates, ne shroudes himself in filthines. Ne sittes aloft in hye estate, Where hatefull hartes enuie his chance: (15) But wisely walkes betwixt them twaine, ne proudly doth himself auanceThe highest tree in all the wood is rifest rent with blustring windes: +The higher hall the greater fall (20) such chance haue proude and lofty mindes. When Iupiter from hye doth threat with mortall mace and dint of thunder The hyest hilles bene batrid eftwhen they stand still that stoden vnder. (25) The man whose hed with wit is fraughtin welth will feare a worser tideWhen fortune failes dispaireth noughtbut constantly doth still abide. For he that sendeth grisely stormes (30) with whisking windes and bitter blastes And fowlth with hayle the winters face, and frotes the soile with hory frostes: Euen he adawth the force of cold the spring in sendes with somer hote: (35) The same full oft to stormy hartes is cause of bale: of ioy the roote. Not alwaies yll though so be now when cloudes ben driuen, then rides the racke. +Phebus the fresh ne shooteth still, (40) somtime he harpes his muse to wak
Stand stif therfore, pluck vp thy hart, lose not thy port though fortune faile. Againe whan winde doth serue at will, take hede to hye to hoyse thy saile.

The louer refused, lamenteth
his estate. +

I Lent my loue to losse and gaged my life in vaine, +If hate for loue and death for life of louers be the gaine.