Varii hominum sensus
To Sir HENRY WOODHOWSE Knight.
An aged dame, in reverence of the dead,
With care did place, the sculles of men shee founde,
Uppon an hill, as in a sacred bed,
But as shee toil'de, shee stumbled to the grounde:
Whereat, downe fell the heades within her lappe,
And here, and there, they ranne abowt the hill:
With that, quoth shee, no marvaile is this happe,
Since men alive, in myndes do differ still:
And like as theise, in sunder downe do fall,
So varried they, in their opinions all.