The trobled sea is yet scarce navigable Synce the last tempest: yet wee that only lyv By our owne sweatt and labour, nor cann eate Beffore wee fetch our foode out of the sea, Must ventur thoughe with daunger or bee suer With empty stomakes go unsupt to bed.

Nowe doe I nightly waste, wanting my kindely reste; Nowe doe I dayly starue, wanting my liuely foode;