11.
I returned and saw vnder the sunne that the race is not to the swift, nor the battell to the strong, nor yet bread to the wise, nor also riches to men of vnder∣standing, nei∣ther yet fauor to mē of know∣ledge: but time & chance commeth to them all.
By these obseruances I sought to win,
The happinesse which I did in part attaine,
But all gaine not the goale, the running bin,
Nor haue the spoyle that fight the field to gaine,
Nor to the wise doth alwayes wealth remaine.
Nay many needy sterne, and new begin
The world, whose wits and industries were good,
Their best indeuours stand on tickle pin,
And consterd are as they are vnderstood,
By such on whom the common wealth doth stay,
And time and chance in each thing beares a sway.