It seems to me strange, and a thing much to be marueiled, that the laborer to repose himself hasteneth as it were the course of the Sunne: that the Mariner rowes with all force to attayne the porte, and with a
ioyfull crye salutes the descryed land: that the traueiler is neuer quiet nor content till he be at the ende of his voyage: and that wee in the meane while tied in this world to a perpetuall taske, tossed with continuall tempest, tyred with a rough and combersome way, cannot yet see the ende of our labour but with griefe, nor behold our porte but with teares, nor approch our home and quiet abode but with horrour and trembling.