These that haue it attaind, were in like cace
(Quoth he) as wretched, and liu’d in like paine.[354]
But deeds of armes must I at last be faine,
And Ladies loue to leaue so dearely bought?
What need of armes, where peace doth ay remaine,
(Said he) and battailes none are to be fought?[355]
As for loose loues are vaine,[356] and vanish into nought.
O let me not (quoth he) then turne[357] againe lxiii
Backe to the world, whose ioyes so fruitlesse are;
But let me here for aye in peace remaine,