A father begat me, yet I haue no mother.
Nor Uncle nor aunt, nor sister, nor brother.
Straight when I was born, I began to florish,
For euery estate tooke care me to norish,
Thus many score yeeres, they haue loued me full well:
And eke entertaind me, amongst them to dwell,
All partes of the world I viewd in short space:
And still was bad welcome, in euery place.
Though many by me, reape losse, care, and woe,
They neuer will licence me from them to goe.