Xxxv

A silly man, in simple weedes forworne, And soild with dust of the long dried way; His sandales were with toilsome travell torne, And face all tand with scorching sunny ray, As he had traveild many a sommers day, Through boyling sands of Arabie and Ynde; And in his hand a Jacobs staffe,° to stay His wearie limbes upon: and eke behind, His scrip did hang, in which his needments he did bind.