Classic Poem

 Concerninge his suit & attendauce at the Courte.
Moste miserable man, whome wretched fate
hath brought to Court, to sue for Had-I-wist:
that few haue found, & many one haue mist.
Full little knowest thou, that hast not tride
what Hell it is, in suinge longe to bide.
To loose good dayes, that mighte be better spent,
to waste longe nightes in pensiue discontent,
To speed to day, & be put back to morrowe,
Now fedd w th hope, now Crost w th wailfull sorrow
To haue thy Princes grace yet want hir Peeres,
to haue thy askinge, yet waite many yeres.
To frett thy soule with Crosses & w th cares,
to eat thy hart w th Comfortless dispaires:
To fawne, to crouche, to waite, to bide, to run:
To spend, to giue, to want, to be vndon.
 Vnhappy wighte, borne to disastrous end:
 That doth his life, in so longe tendance spend.