The marchantes wishe the Lawyers trayne
For hasarde smale and certeine gayne.
The Lawyer dulled with sute and strife
Wisshethe to lyue the marchantes lyfe:
The Countrye mann in towne woulde dwelle
To haue all thinges prouyded well.
The countrye healthe for stinkeinge streete
To chaunge the townesmenne thinkethe meete.
To marrye the mayde thinkethe longe,
But the wyfe singes an other songe.
Thoman to rule a man woulde bee,
The man for ease wisshethe hur degree.
Eache age and state wisshethe a change
Vnknowen for knowen, the whiche is strange.
Noe cause of this can I inuente
But mynde vnstayed still discontente.