Strange thing it is an errant knight to see x
Here in this place, or any other wight,
That hither turnes his steps. So few there bee,
That chose[327] the narrow path, or seeke the right:
All keepe the broad high way, and take delight
With many rather for to go astray,
And be partakers of their euill plight,
Then with a few to walke the rightest way;
O foolish men, why haste ye to your owne decay?
Thy selfe to see, and tyred limbs to rest, xi