gentleman nor knight,
     Nothing is thy fortune, thy hart cannot be light. 
     As touching sportes and games of pleasaunce. 
     To sing, to revell, and other daliaunce: 
     Who that will truely upon his lord attende,
     Unto suche sportes he seldome may entende. 
     Palaces, pictures, and temples sumptuous,
     And other buildings both gay and curious,
     These may marchauntes more at their pleasour see,
     Men suche as in court be bounde alway to bee. 
     Sith kinges for moste part passe not their regions,
     Thou seest nowe cities of foreyn nations. 
     Suche outwarde pleasoures may the people see,
     So may not courtiers for lacke of libertie. 
     As for these pleasours of thinges vanable
     Whiche in the fieldes appeareth delectable,

     But seldome season mayest thou obtayne respite. 
     The same to beholde with pleasour and delite,
     Sometime the courtier remayneth halfe the yere
     Close within walls muche like a prisonere,
     To make escapes some seldome times are wont,
     Save when the powers have pleasour for to hunt,
     Or its otherwise themselfe to recreate,
     And then this pleasour shall they not love but hate;
     For then shall they foorth most chiefely to their payne,
     When they in mindes would at home remayne. 
     Other in the frost, hayle, or els snowe,
     Or when some tempest or mightie wind doth blowe,
     Or else in great heat and fervour excessife,
     But close in houses the moste parte waste their life,
     Of colour faded, and choked were with duste: 
     This is of courtiers the joy and all the lust.

     CORIDON

     What! yet may they sing and with fayre ladies daunce,
     Both commen and laugh; herein is some pleasaunce.

     CORNIX

     Nay, nay, Coridon, that pleasour is but small,
     Some to contente what man will pleasour call,
     For some in the daunce his pincheth by the hande,
     Which gladly would see him stretched in a bande. 
     Some galand seketh his favour to purchase
     Which playne abhorreth for to beholde his face. 
     And still in dauncing moste parte inclineth she
     To one muche viler and more abject then he. 
     No day over passeth but that in court men finde
     A thousande thinges to vexe and greve their minde;
     Alway thy foes are present in thy sight,
     And often so great is their degree and might
     That nedes must thou kisse the hand which did thee harm,
     Though thou would see it cut gladly from the arme. 
     And briefly to speake, if thou to courte resorte,
     If thou see one thing of pleasour or comfort,
     Thou shalt see many, before or thou depart,
     To thy displeasour and pensiveness of heart: 
     So findeth thy sight there more of bitternes
     And of displeasour, than pleasour and gladnes.