What race of life run you? what trade will you assay?

In courts is glory got, and wit encreased day by day;

At home, wee take our ease, and beake our selves in rest;

The fields our nature do refresh with pleasures of the best;

On seas is gain to get; the stranger he shall be

Esteemed, having much; if not, none knoweth his lack but he;

A wife will trim thy house; no wife? then art thou free;

Brood is a lovely thing; without, thy life is loose to thee;

Young bloods be strong; old sires in double honour dwell;

Doway that choice, no life, or soon to die, for all is well.