But weete henceforth, that all that golden pray,
And all that else the vaine world vaunten may,
I loath as doung, ne deeme my dew reward:
Fame is my meed, and glory vertues[1104] pray[1105].
But minds of mortall men are muchell mard,
And mou’d amisse with massie mucks vnmeet regard.
And more[1106], I graunt to thy great miserie xxxii
Gratious respect, thy wife shall backe be sent,
And that vile knight, who euer that he bee,
Which hath thy Lady reft, and knighthood shent,