plod

The beast that bears me, tired with my woe,

Plods dully on, to bear that weight in me,

Quest[ion]. Where was Ioseph?

Answ[er]. It may be, he was playing the Carpenter abrode for all their three livings, but sure it is, he was not idlely plodding the streetes, much lesse tipling in the Taverne with our idle swingers.

Poore plodding schoolemen, they are farre too low,

which by probations, rules and axiom’s goe,

He must be still familiar with the skyes,

which notes the reuolutions of thine eyes;