Of the mean and sure Estate

STAND, whoso list, upon the slipper wheel

Of high estate; and let me here rejoice,

And use my life in quietness each dele,

Unknown in court that hath the wanton toys:

In hidden place my time shall slowly pass,

And when my years be past withouten noise,

Let me die old after the common trace;

For gripes of death doth he too hardly pass,

That knowen is to all, but to himself, alas,

He dieth unknown, dased with dreadful face.